«And then I thought I couldn't bare it anymore I thought my body would break as my heart began to pour down my veins I became pain first and a woman second I thought I'd die, because how can I survive a broken heart like this But then my voice didn't ran out My tears didn't dry out And life continued as if it didn't strip everything from me I don't know why I'm writing... I'll take another pill and go to sleep. Good night. » — Monique's diary.

Oigan, aquí está la historia de la que hablaba, aún estoy revisando en donde más puedo publicar mis historias apenas soy amateur, así que si quieren leenla o alguna de las otras que escribo y denme sus opiniones buenas y malas porfi https://www.wattpad.com/story/379113731?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=mikotoru456

“We were not in thrall to destiny or fate, but merely the weight of our own choices. When we turned toward each other like flowers facing the sun, we were not fulfilling some prophecy or old story. We were writing our own.”

'╭❥ -Salió a dar una caminata de en la tarde, el sol estaba a punto de desaparecer detrás del horizonte, estaba escuchando una canción que le gustaba y con la cual se sentía identificada.- "When I love you, I'm sweet like an angel Drawin' hearts 'round our names And dreamin' of writing vows, rockin' cradles Don't mistake my nice for naive I don't waste a second, I know lots of guys You do somethin' suspect, this cute ass bye-bye" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1r1Z_l4Lhe0