Dropped from Heaven
Pack of Seaweedi gave him ten years, he gave my place to his first lovelike a handprint on my heartbullied by my stepbrother: claimed by his touchhelp yourself to my love
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Tanya.
Once in the past, that name would have dragged me down into an endless abyss, but now, looking at it didn't cause even the slightest discord in my heart.
That was another life, lived by another person.
In the room was a fireplace, burning bright. I stepped over and tossed the entire stack in—papers, journal, everything.
The papers curled in the embers, blackening and turning to dust and ash, along with everything contained within—the love, the hate, and the regret, none of that had to do with me anymore.
Then, the door was pushed open, and Steven walked in. He was especially handsome today, and even his English seemed particularly fluent.
"Are you ready, my love?"
He extended his ha