there must be borrowed angels here in this life, they come along into this world and make this world bright. they can't stay forever cause they're heaven sent, and sometimes, heaven needs them back again🎵 (this is it, im sending u angst, you've officially corrupted me wow)
The sun doesn’t feel warm on her skin and she iddly wonder if she will ever be warm again one day. A light summer breeze brushes her silhouette and it smells like the ocean is losing itself in the faintest whispers of the wind, it reminds her of soft lips caressing her shoulders, the nape of her neck and the slight curve of her arms. Her sigh is carried away with dropplets of salt and a sea of unwanted memories is flooding her mind, bluring her eyes with images of another time. The tombstone is small but elegant and there is no name engraved on the beautiful marble, just three words that mean everything.My guardian angel
