It was like the world had stood still for him.
His eyes were glued to them. His skin began to crawl.
Shadows danced across the empty halls. The atmosphere felt so tense you could cut it with a knife.
The fear crept up his spine, paralyzing his entire body, wrapping around his neck. It squeezed down on him, ripping the air from his lungs. It burned the insides of his lungs and his stomach flipped.
"Daiki Matsuoka."
Chills.
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Dear Daiki
Acak"The good are never easy, the easy never good and loving never happens like you think it really should. Deception and perfection are wonderful traits. One will breed love, the other hate." ---------------------------------------------------------- ...
