Frédérique

 

Frédérique my heart his hand my love he was drug driven like so many else to destroy him he knows he found himself several mornings not understanding how his heart hand no longer worked When you came he suffered a very serious facial attack following with his hand like a frenzy, I didn't let go of anything so that he could get up again it took him two long years without stopping to restore motor functions at the same time that the other had knocked the teeth out of my jaw from here he called her while he was breaking my jaw to stop talking I certainly didn't speak anymore it was the bastard's order on him to never be happy again and he sank into darkness but I didn't give up and he's back the mozart of everything