But perhaps that's why he picked it.
He knew how I felt. He knew it's powers and safety.
He wanted this to be something nice.
Something I'd love.
But now....
I'm choking
I'm choking
I'm choking.
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Our Love's Horror
RomanceIn the brightness of the day, the old house stood. It's dusty eggshell colour dampening the blues and vibrant hues of the afternoon. It welcomed Nicole as its own; deep within the soiled walls it had called the lamb to it's slaughter. It recognized...
