I put on her Saint night grown. The pink one. Her favorite. I prop up her head so that her hair doesn't get too tangled. Good night my love. I whisper in her ear, while pushing aside a stray piece of hair away from her pale cheek and kiss her blue lips.

She looked like a doll, she always did but now she was a motionless doll. Cold and unmoving. She still smelt like herself just with an earthy undertone. I put her in the bed, sillk sheets. Only the best for her.

Non american here. It's king of the hills that we don't like. American dad, family guy, futurerama, Bob's burgers ect are fine.

Nevermind I just went through your profile. This isn't as shocking lol.

Ohh? 😭

Any advice for 1st year freshman?

Kind words from a stranger even cure writers block. It makes writing fun again

Do older men ever read romance?