I'm heartbroken. I have no happiness or hope left. It seems like the little candle in my heart has gone out. And I am here to tell you why. It all begun when I met him in the pillow room. From the moment I saw him, I knew I was making the wrong decision. But I only followed my heart. He had the blackest soul in Jamaa. He was a DEMON. Oh, why did I pick him? Out of all the boys in the world, I picked him. He was a black blue arctic wolf. I saw him often, and when he spoke to me, I savored every moment of it.
WIP. MORE COMING WHEN I AM BOTHERED TO WRITE IT!