[ Please please play the song up above while reading this chapter it will really put more emotion to it thanks. ]

"Love is like a beautiful flowers which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same." ~ Helen Keller.

Lukas.

This is it, the end of my freedom. After the announcement i will never get laid i huffed looking the person who stared back at me on the mirror. He had dull green-gray eyes, he looked exhausted and a frown drawn on his face. His blonde hair neatly styled, the dress shirt not tucked in, the last two top buttons...