Eldorado's Unwanted Bride
I executed a mid-roll and landed a forceful kick squarely on his jaw.
“I watch her breathe, I see her smile, I drown in her those tiny and innocent giggles, my-my stomach goes on a rampage when I see her frown, I make her worries mine,” our bodies made contact with the ground, but the distinction lay in the fact that I was standing while he remained down, dead, limp and dead. “If this is not, then what is heaven?”
Is heaven greater than the euphoria of falling headlong for someone? Is heaven superior to the ability to mirror their smile with one’s own? What is heaven?
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