Apr 28, 2018
@fclklre
Continued from here
Aria stared at the male’s back for a long time before stepping forward with the cart; “I am a poet after all, I find beauty in tragedy.” She shrugged her shoulders, “Maybe it’s one of the reasons I fall in love with such things.” she smiled a little, touching something in the aisle that had caught her attention. It was a cute little statue of a red heart. She ran her fingers through it and the put it down before following him.
