Shadows in the mirror
A hundred years, a thousand? I don't know how long it's been since it began, time never stops and neither do we. Over and over, the cycle repeats. He finds me, we fall in love, I die, he breaks and again his journey begins.
We can't stop, we can never stop, how can we when fate always guides me back to him and so blindly into its trap I always fall.
Historia exhales sharply on a bench under the stars. She sat in the middle of a small town with the ghost Grey where the orphanage had moved, "But this time I'm hoping to end it. You have no idea what it's like to have your heart broken a hundred times over by the person you love the most...and you can't even be mad about it,"
"Actually...I do,"
Historia Greenfield, born and raised in the city of Marcos