Help Me feel
Help me feel By Grinder Nami looked into the darkened room, for the one she loved. She shoved her short black hair out of her eyes and peered into the dark with her bright green eyes. She hoped that the darkness was really a mystic portal that would take he to her love, though she did not really have to hope. Placed on the orange, white, and brown couch, sitting in front of a snowy TV screen, was Kyle. His deep gray eyes were lit up from the glare of the TV, and the looked distant,...