-Prologue- waiting'waited

The day I met you, you were like the sun to my wilting flower, living off by the sand and the sea. You were like the cure to my misery, a miracle to someone as insignificant as me.

Hearts were broken.

Dreams were shattered.

Hope became futile.

How you came back to me was a mystery, how I remembered you, I don't know.

All I knew was from that day onwards, everything turned bright. From that day onwards, you became mine.

9 years alone won't keep us apart, I know we'll find our way back to each other one way or another.

Love,

Luka Couffaine

tw depression, slight suicide