Perhaps that was the lowest moment, he thought, noticing how slowly drizzle soaked the sleeves of his coat. Perhaps it was that, yes. That in which he realized that nothing could disappoint, it was difficult to further reduce the design that housed someone who had come to matter much.
The disappointment was repeated to herself, rubbing lips to lips for warmth, it seemed at the time as a companion as painful as distant. Distant. And could not manage to see the whys.
In fact, something inside told her duty í to miss it. That disappointment was felt even better not get to feel it.
But it rained slowly, just a hint of a storm. Just rain. Cold liquid on her arms creeping, seeping through the fabric and slowly caressing your skin. Only
rain and nothing else.
And he knew that, deep down, was more than enough.
Do not say words you're gonna regret Do not let the fire
rush to your head I've heard the accusation
Before And I is not gonna take anymore,
Believe me The sun
Made
in your eyes Some of your worth lies Believing
