Worlds are Shattered “You can’t make me!” The blonde haired, brown eyed beauty, had just resorted to child-like argument. “How can you even ask me to… to…” she stuttered, trying to find the courage to say the words. “God, Ican’t even say it!” To think that just ten minutes ago Marlena was a …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 