*Playing With Fire* 3 {1/4}

{Pallor; Means pale when ill} "Its normal baby" I watched her smile, turn into a pained frown. Her mocha orbs were now puddles of chocolate waiting to spill. "Baby dont cry" I beg, bringing her tiny frame into the warmth of my body Her hands scrunched into fists holding onto my t shirt, pulling down hard. She hid her face in the warmth of my neck, her wet lashes brushing against my skin, once again she was crying. Déjà vou She wrapped her arms around my waist, my upper body pressing harder ...


















