My Heart [ A Confusing Drabble ]
Description
Death is a riddle, played like a fiddle; lost in the middle; written like a briddle.
Foreword
She was fool.
He was an idiot.
Her heart was broken.
His heart was regretful.
Death is a riddle, played like a fiddle; lost in the middle; written like a briddle.
>>this is a very short oneshot. it was a drabble that seriously came out of no where. if you have any questions, please leave a comment. i know it'll be very confusing, but that how it really was in my mind. thanks for your time. and please read^^<<
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