(Open RP I'm the girl. Be the one to heal her heart. Any gender is fine) I stitch my heart he had broken me. He had left me for dead. I need someone to heal my heart before I die. I look around the park in hope of an idea as I tie the stitches carefully.
They were both waiting for each other to talk, they never knew that their hearts were dying to.but their egos stopped them. They never knew that egos killed a lot of love stories too. Photo by: Pascal Campion Art.