“They depend from us,” She said shrugging, looking at her manicured nails. I turned to look at her with disbelief. “If we want them to die, they die.”
And instead of shoving her away, yelling at her, insulting her; I just nodded.
And it felt as if it was me the dead one now.
YOU ARE READING
monsters.
Aléatoire❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
