C H A P T E R – XIII: SECRETS (I)
" No thorn nor petal can grow in secrecy, every growth may mean pain and every growth may mean beauty”
Anon
JAMES LINDEN
APRIL 14, 2017
I woke up, with Amary’s hair almost covering my face I slowly moved it away and as I did it gave me an exceptional view of her literal morning face, where her mouth is a bit open, as I see her faint breathing,
I smiled to myself realizing, really realizing how great last night was. I looked for my watch and saw that it was already 10 in the morning, the longest sleep I had since I stayed in Nashville,
The thoughts of me staying here made me look at Amary’s face again, Henry and I talked about a very confidential conversation which relates to Pharmakeia but further details, by details I mean even the smallest detai
