WOLF
People that were there and not ghosts, not the faceless strangers, the constant self hate and blame, and there, in all the pain in those amber eyes that were ocean blue in the daylight, brian saw the flicker again. hope.
People that were there and not ghosts, not the faceless strangers, the constant self hate and blame, and there, in all the pain in those amber eyes that were ocean blue in the daylight, brian saw the flicker again. hope.