BIBLIOCLUBCHALLENGE: otp + a song // nina zenik & matthias helvar + medicine by broods
“And you’re my storm. I can’t compete. And I’m forlorn. I’m moving only on your breeze. And I’ll never be free.”
It had started with a storm, and in a way, that storm had never ended. Nina had blown into his life with the wind and rain and set his world spinning. He’d been off balance ever since.