It is said that love does not last, that it is just a momentary spell cast upon your soul by some higher power, or a small trick of the mind. If this were all true, there would be no story to tell.

“Grief, regret, pain, and of course anger. Another loss. And when you compare th…”

“Jace and I had been like that, two towers, soaring through the sky side by side…”

“There had been a computer he had also built himself on the farthest corner of t…”

“Staring at my outstretched pinky questioningly his perfect lips twitched into a…”