Lincoln
I can always feel her pain. I can always feel whenever she’s sad, she’s worried, or scared. I have always felt her the moment I stepped out of my limousine even though she was nothing but a stranger to me.
Pain. Sorrow. Misery. Loneliness. She was having those emotions clashing together and was kept inside her for a long time that urged me to act and hop out of the car without informing the chauffeur. And I lied when I said that I was in that dress shop looking for a new suit. The truth is, I felt her in need of rescue and protection that's why I didn't hesitate to help.
And I had to seek her because I knew when I let that chance pass, I might never feel her again. And I’m glad I did because I became hers for her to cherish and she returned the love without limits.
But now, as
