ㅤ ㅤ A scatter of God's juveniles who encountered by kismet. They were catalyzed simultaneously in an breviary story penned by God, they dreamed. Their expectancies are as many others' expectancies; reaching a joyous desisting. A gray welkin permeated the city of London, and their lips interlocked, canalizing a love that would ne'er end, but both ascertained that they were not the end of each yarn. The precipitation and ballyhoo at cosmopolis nicknamed The Smoke doesn't seem to irked them. They dicker kisses and hugs amidst of a chaotic city, as if this is their last huddle. At least the two of them already knew one thing; they will be refastened if it is God's will to alteration the novelette, in whatever figure, and stipulation it is.ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ