Come From Away
St. John's Newfoundland
Snow | ICE | Wind
I don't know what to say. I never know what to say. He was standing there stopping me from leaving. His hand on the door, his body stiff, and his amber eyes soft with compassion. I was visibly shaking tears blurring my vision and teeth chattering.
And so I fell into him crying.
Oliver | Eleanor
Snow | ICE | Wind
I don't know what to say. I never know what to say. He was standing there stopping me from leaving. His hand on the door, his body stiff, and his amber eyes soft with compassion. I was visibly shaking tears blurring my vision and teeth chattering.
And so I fell into him crying.
Oliver | Eleanor