
Perhaps they really never cared about its fragility, as it was never theirs to keep.
Red
—to be seen yet remain hidden.

Perhaps they really never cared about its fragility, as it was never theirs to keep.
Red
I feel like an 8-year-old little girl,finally given a taste of her favorite ice cream—Only for it to be taken away from her after a single bite. Mom told me it wasn’t good for me.But how could it be wrong,When I patiently waited in a long queue,watched it from afar for what felt like forever.…