The black night sky's canvas is filled with orange and red colours as the sun decides to grace his presence on the entire world, filling the warmth in billions of people and animals but his warmth fails to give comfort to a single soul, and we know who he is.
He lets out a sign gazing at the other side of the bed with a yawn. He walks out of their room in search of his warmth and there she is busy preparing to murder his muscles.
Write a comment ...