I sat on the library floor two weeks later with Malydia in front of me mending my busted lip.
It was the first we had spoken since the ordeal in the hall.
"Violence solves absolutely nothing."She muttered.
"So if there was a crazed psychopath shooting everything in its path, you would reason with him over a cup of tea and biscuits?"I raised an eyebrow at her.
"No, of course not. If there were to be a psychopathic maniac shooting everything in his sights, I would work very hard on trying to stay out of his sight."She said with a very straight face.
I laughed.
She laughed.
Her laugh was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
It was the last true smile I seen of hers.
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The Girl At The Back Of The Library
Historia Corta"What you will come to learn about me is I'm a deeply depressed soul. Locked away, being reserved for the devil himself to take the chains, wrap them around my throat and suffocate every bit of humanity out of me. Then and only then will people unde...
