Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24760123-20160924041316/@comment-27025277-20160930020521

Jordan handed her the page that she had written the poem on and it read...

''"No promises of forever, For finite I shall ever be. No promises indeed, For sworn, we are, to fate.

No promises of hours, As each tick mark of a clock Is but a profound measure Of one less moment we are given.

No promises for tomorrow, For today is all we have. No promises for yesterdays, For they, too, have long since passed.

Yet each second I am given, Be it my trillionth or my last, I will have the choice to choose And choose, I shall, to always love you."''

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Arabelle was at his mercy, ready to be ravished.