T W I S T E D
he was odd.
some days, he would walk in to the bar with purpose, sitting down with a serious expression on his face.
it wouldn't have been five minutes later before he would leave, his expression having softened to a blank stare as he walked away.
kirrah often took note of the man, curious as to why it was that his mind seemed to reset every so often.
it was eerie.
terrifying.
and she wanted to know more.
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psychosis | 3 |
Short Storyhis fantasy hurt him, but she told him what was real. * dedicated to beating hearts. third in the spectrum trilogy.
