Racy
I don't pay attention to that though; my lookalike sister stops walking and tilts her head to the side.
Then she vanishes and before us is no longer my sister, but a blur, a smudge of darkness in a war-torn cloak levitating mere centimetres off the ground.
A voice then reverberates around us;
"Your death was a mistake..."
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Racy & Blade
Teen FictionRacy crashed and burned. Blade sunk and drowned. Everything was okay until that summer, now they're both dead. But the question is, where do you go when you die? lovely cover by @hotteas ©_unwelcomethoughts 2014
