Chapter 6 of 34

Broken Prose

To My LoneWolf I Offer My Poetry87 words~1 min read

Then I'll just have to write down all the things I think of when you start running inside my head. And hope that you might just be able to love me back. Even if the possibility does not exist. Yes. I'd still wish that there is something shaped for us in this lifetime, Arya Stark. And if there is nothing out there for us in the end, then I gladly take the right of being the most foolish man who believed stars could actually grant desires.

-Jef

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