Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?

You know that you’ve found something amazing, and you want to hold on to it forever; and every second after you have it, you fear the moment you might lose it.

He reached up and tugged his ear. And I did the same.

if you love me, love me now. dont hold yourself so badly until tears starts to mean nothing

I don’t think any girl in all of Illéa could have been smiling more than me.

Despite the knowledge that her affections were unattainable, I couldn't help but be drawn to try.

Is this a good time to pat your shoulder?