"I'll send you black roses." he told me. Black roses were the symbol of death, of pain and of disruption of the soul, yet I knew that from him, they depicted merely love and adoration; so I nodded in agreement. The faint hint of a smile on his lips that followed this moment was the only thing that made me doubt what he and I had. He had never said he loved me, but could he? Could someone like him love someone like me? Was it physically and mentally even possible?
Wat vinden jullie er al van?
Kan iemand die goed engels en nederlands praat me helpen met het vertalen van de serie? Ik heb namelijk nog veel te leren om goed nederlands te praten.
Is est non 'Carpe Diem', is est 'Carpe Corpus'.