The story of Siloway and Kirk.
If I hadn't caught your gaze at the dinner table a few years ago, wouldn't sin have grown wantonly in my body? But I believe that my life is a movie. No matter how many times it is replayed, there are no uncertain butterflies fluttering its wings to change the plot. My ending is doomed, and our ending is doomed.
Now I finally realize that the look that I thought made the two souls closer together is the first of all sins.
Collection of short stories.
Mostly it's Siloway
Comments are welcome, but writing guidance is declined.
Intention: Bravely pursue love!
