13 January 2013
She's been going through a rough patch recently. Seams like everyone's against her. She's haunted by demons without everything else. When the dark of night is enough to light up her soul, only Satan himself can imagine what demons lie within.
Our automatic instincts tell us drastic changes are what's needed; In truth, it's the little things that count. She comes home to a small gift: a bunch of flowers on her doorstep.
Intertwined within the pretty bouquet, a note: "Just for being who you are". A smile from the mouth and a tear from the eye. It's the little things that count.
Kind Gesture • Opuss № I