clip.clop.clip.clop.clip.clop. The sound of my boots rapping against the pavements of the dimly lit street. I looked to my sides for street lights but all the lamps seemed to have been destroyed. There were no houses just abandoned buildings, it looked like a ghost town, like another world. I try to think to myself what I am running from when I hear a familiar voice, the voice of my father. Principessa correre, correre prima che le ombre si cattura il mio amore." But that's impossible, my father is dead. I agonise over this fact when suddenly his words dawn on me. The shadows, I knew it.I keep running and the shadows keep catching me, I keep running and the shadows keep catching me.
Hey guys I apologise for the fact that this chapter is really short, its just a filler;much love and don't forget to follow, vote and comment
Trisha xo
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Sweet Madness
FantasyThe impossible is all around us and in everything we see, feel... everything we do.All we have to do is look a little less, because the harder you look, the less you truly see.
