Every days i wish to return in time past... But i feel it's impossible. I can't stop to regret. I hope one day, you'll forgive me. Despite the present, i think to you all time... 13, cursed number. Have we really been cursed? Our story is just now like a withered flower. Hmm finally, it's just all my fault i know, it's too late now for forgive... But, forgiveness. Goodbye...
Courage! Ça va passer!
Passe outre cette date et pense un peu à autre chose, m'kay ? <3
*Gros calin*
è_é JE SUIS LA AYA-CHAN !