I had this idea about America...
That I'd find myself here.
That's why people get in a convertible and hit the road without a map. That's the promise. That you'll finally see yourself when you don't recognize the scenery.
I try again.
Nothing happens.
Then something happens: Simon Snow sweeps me out of the way and into the air.
He'S got me by the waist. His wings are pumping hard. I hold on to dear life.
Sayfa 337 - uçur beni snow!! fanartlarda görüyordum hep bizzat okumak çok güzeldi:')