Island, witch, cake
Life was like an island, living a life of isolation it was not difficult for her to bewitch his soul. Capturing his heart, they both lived like the only ones in the room
Walking through the valleys of life , holding hands, exchanging life force.
But they both felt too low, each ambitious and determined to get to the climax, pushing and shoving each other at every turn.
With a heart of gold, they both mined ore from each other's soul, Although they deeply loved each other, long term or temporary they could not decide.
Each wanted to explore the wonders of the world. like lost souls looking for peace, they both sailed the seas of the under world still holding hands.
They had their first kiss in front of a confectionary, the smell of cake and bread now the pillar of their relationship.
Not interested in offsprings, she loved her body, selfish but worthwhile.
