Added by Arabella Porter on March 23, 2014 at 6:23pm — No Comments
Our laughter echoed off the cobblestone and sifted itself through the foggy midnight air of London slums. The usual distant yells of domestic violence and popping gunfire of criminal activity was drowned out by the sound of quickly paced heart beats as we ran, my nose numbed by cold rain and lightly sprinkled drops running on strands of my hair, some of these strandsclinging to my neck. Leander stopped short and pulled me into him to stop me as well.
"No, come on!" I laughed, "my…
Added by Arabella Porter on March 23, 2014 at 5:30pm — No Comments