par Anastasia Mantihora(Ukraine)

luciemerveille Description (midnight sun): - So, - slowly she began - while I'm staying ... unreasonable, then we will be friends? - Right. She looked down, staring at a bottle of lemonade, which was in her hands. The old curiosity tore me. - What do you think? - I asked - it was an attempt to fill the silence with words. She stumbled upon my gaze, and her breath participation, whereas blood flow to the cheeks. I breathed, trying this air. - I'm trying to find out who you are.