luc.

❛ you don't even trust yourself, how come you expect me to trust you?
..it's just this feeling, it aches. not being loved and not to be loved till eternity. ❜

was she his guardian angel who tries to help him find the love he hides from himself. or was she literally the love in him. his conscience, his only identity, the scent he feels while falling asleep on the bench á Jardin des Tuileries. its not easy to distinguish the true angels in life. was she one of those, his own one? or another crook trying to mess with his mind. encountering the only person who can help you love yourself on the whole world is a big deal. the only problem is to decide whether to make the best profit out of it or ruining it by falling in love with it.

❝ it is over. my wings are coming out.

...non, s'il te plait , reviens. je t'aime.
je t'aime (..et il pleure) ❞