Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me.
Even though there's no use.
Even though it's futile.
Even though it's way past too late.

Auteur: Alyson Noel

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me.<br />Even though there's no use.<br />Even though it's futile.<br />Even though it's way past too late. - Alyson Noel

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