Imogen
Lilly kneeled on the floor, tears streaming down her flustered cheeks. She curled her hand around the icy fingers of the body that lay, limp, in front of her: Little Immie. Her ripped skirt - now in pieces - was strewn around her once-perfectly-clean pink top that was now untucked and stained with an unforgivable red that flooded Imogen's clothing like the grief that flooded Lilly's body. Her golden hair stretched out in floral daggers of pain and her frozen face spoke one, unheard word: Lilly.
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The Lost Life Of Lilly
Ngẫu nhiênWhen Lilly's life was tipped upside-down, she couldn't cope but sometimes it's better to leave with friends than to stay with no one...
