Later I woke up
There was a croaked bed
Vincent still there
My vision was dark
Couldn't see anything
My soul felt like it's destroying itself
As fast as I woke up, I got back to unconscious
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Hyacinthus
Short StoryA story of modern Hyacinthus. Where Clayton Rodgers found himself in a summer camp for his kind and one thing lead to another. Copyright 2016 Alessio Fierr Cover by lucasdaydream
