[Lettre à élise - Efisio Cross🎶]
I can not see. People dying on the fine line between love and hate.
I can not see. People who die once for love and rise a thousand times for hate.
I'm dying. I end up losing my love and being thrown into hate.
Don't end me, I beg you.
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When we left the palace, Hiraeth was still holding my hand and his grip was strengthened. My cold hand between his warm hand was so hot that I thought I would never get cold again, but the moment he let go of my hand and crossed me, the coldness of my hand came back. I wish he would warm my heart with his warm hands one day and never put it back again. "We will fly," he said thoughtfully. I was confused by what he said. "I can't fly," I said quietly. The roots of my wings ached. "No problem," he said while taking me into his arms. "I'll make you fly." When his leather wings emerged, we were taking off in a fraction of a second and rising towards the sky.
