I Was on the Clouds Then

You will meet the person you are destined to meet after a long walk in the dark. ++++++++ She is the frozen flame under your frosty eyes, she is the restless noise in your withered soul, she is the neon fire flowing in the night outside your window, she is the rose blooming in your dilapidated ruins. A dark, dark academic master and aloof heroine × a ghostwriter who once wrote inspirational chicken soup articles and a poor writer Intention: live a good life.