"The evils are painted in black only for the good deeds to shine at night.❞
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 the dark room where Narine stood with pictures dipped in water and others handing on the thread with the help of clips.
"75 degrees or cooler and low humidity are the best conditions for photo storage. Lets consider using a wire rack or pallet to keep boxes off the ground in case of flooding." Narine speaks out while aiming the old photographs.
All the pictures held Hardin's photos since the time he had been friends with them. Her smile changed from being innocent to ghastly. She wants him like a caveman, like a thirsty human for water, a breather for air and an inhuman for love.
She kiss the dried photo where a young Hardin smiles looking at the camera her father held. The dishevelled hair of his gave out the most precious snapshot at that moment. She laughs quietly. No one knew where she is, no one, not even her aunt.
The room that she made for her obsession to arise is the room she and Hardin found out while playing Hide and Seek in her house. Her mother wasn't present in the house which gave her an easy access to unlock the home with her master key and invade the blocked slot.
