Did you finish yours, Kota?””Working on it now, Actually.””How’s it going?”He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. “I don’t know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?”My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his...

You’re a beautiful wreck.

Sebuah kota mampu mematahkan hatimu, tapi juga mampu melahirkan cinta untukmu.