AESTHETICS + AUTHORS NOTE

(BEING EDITED IN PRIVATE)

"No rain, no flowers." She yelled as she danced in the sand while it was pouring rain, she was absolutely beautiful.

In the end, this game of love and life, always will end with death. If it's today, tomorrow, in a year, in 70. We are all meant to be utterly destroyed by the fact of death.

Of the fact that love can't save you.

Unless it can.