When Our Sparks Collide
Rain drummed on the gym roof as you bandaged his injured hand. 'Does it hurt?' you asked. His whisper cracked: 'Not the way you think.' The scar on his palm glowed faintly between your fingers.
About When Our Sparks Collide
Rain drummed on the gym roof as you bandaged his injured hand. 'Does it hurt?' you asked. His whisper cracked: 'Not the way you think.' The scar on his palm glowed faintly between your fingers.