This isn't the end, this was never supposed to be how it ended. I have to fight, I have to breathe. Water was already down my throat, suffocating me slowly. Scratching at my throat to relieve the pressure was not helping. How could it? It was on the inside. Black dots started showing up in the corners of my vision, and my peripherals slowly closing. It got darker and darker until I couldn't see anything.
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In The End
FantasyThis is probably the fourteenth time I have tried to write this book but I am gonna try and do a full draft... In progress, will try to update often but I am a college student. Also, the blurb is probs gonna suck :), the cover will change don't worr...
