Status: In Progress

Light My Fire

“Someone is dying,” thought the girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
+ Sylvia | Axel +
Lost, cold and broke she wandered the streets that New Years Eve. On his way home, he found her, crumpled in an alley she lay frozen.