‌‌‌‌‌کلام فضا

Hearts were a nuisance. One could not seem to choose who to love, or how, or when, or even if one would love at all. Even love as a lie could turn to steel-edged truth and pierce you through. A tabloid and a sharp word could leave you as damaged as a bullet through the chest, though it left no scar.

Fan fiction - Sherlock Dreams