This story is a roller coaster of emotions, grab some tissues cause this might trigger some trauma, a world which we readers always wanted to be in, prefect warm brown cafes with a magical library and a cup of coffee with a men straight out of books. Are you ready to see a story between two writers both with different experiences of life.
In a world of words, where ink bleeds emotion and paper holds untold secrets, two writers stand on opposite sides of the spectrumβMatteo Agostina, the master of love, and Arcelia Ellsworth who writes with the fire of hate.
Hello everyone,
In the quiet hours of the night, when the world slumbered beneath the weight of its own dreams, he wrote. His pen traced love in all its formsβbeautiful, bitter, tender, and cruel. Yet, for all the romance he spun into words, he remained distant from its reality, a master of imagined affection, a stranger to the touch of truth.
Melting down these emotions just so you could to be a part of me, will you promise me that by the time I give up and look back you will be there with a warm smile and open arms. (Writing these lines on rough brown paper sitting in a cafe, the girl which almost looks like someone from the books, looked up from the paper or more like coming back from the world she created for herself,
The book I worte is about love, those are my emotions or are they truly are. The slight of yours was so minor I could only manage to admire those emerld eyes of yours.
