In a corner there was desk and chair on which sat a boy.
He was so much occupied in his works that he didn't sensed my presence.
" Crap" he muttered while he threw a paper which landed next to my foot.
I picked it up and unfold the paper to find painting of a murder scene . It was so magnificent.
" Wow." I whispered to myself but he had already managed to hear me.
He was already interrupted in his works , so he turned to face me.
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灵魂的景观
Fanfiction" I didn't kill her . She's still alive." He said, his eyes glittering lively " And where is she even ?" I asked as my eyes widened . " Here ! In my sketchbook ." ~*~ "She wanted me to love her more but I only loved my painting. So I made her one...
