love is an invisible game, its something which you feel more and see less and what you feel you imagine it’s real but you know it’s just a blind view, it’s just an illusion, a...

Jeeter?” Grace whispered into her walkie-talkie. “Are you awake?” She waited.A few weeks ago, she and Jeeter had started chatting on their walkie-talkies late at night when she couldn’t sleep. He always answered her call...