Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Ah, a woman with a camera pushes a person and aims at the front row, doing everything in her power, moving forward, releasing the sorrow that a pathetic dwarf would face an oak, just blind, making an effort to reverse spin the vortex, shaking in the narrow of her dreams and breaking her heart, even as she moves forward with loss.

I guess a reporter, after all, published her article even if it didn't go as far as one side of the newspaper, and the voice of joy fell from the heavens, settling the earth, and using the flipped lines, I caught a glimpse of the brave man who effaced.