"I am a devil without wings, an angel without color..I am just a sin that life committed inadvertently and dropped by the price of the deathmatch..I am that sin that the world has been unable to atone for, but I will be the hell that will purify the...
I am that sin that life committed inadvertently ... and deliberately dropped by death lists
I am not a human .. I am not a human being!
They sang her songs in a loud silence!
I Park Emma!
............
In a white room where a small body cuddles itself on a white bed
The room facing the wall meets in a stark majestic silence, with eyes sharper than a hungry wolf and more, black, and deeper than a galaxy whose troubles are extinguished.
Gentle steps whispered to her with air, approached her to wipe her head lightly, as if he was afraid of shattering those cracks that surround the soul of a child who has not yet exceeded eight!
"Emma"
With the sweetest melodies he tune in with her name, to look at him with empty eyes.
Emma: "I want to go to my mother, I mean Mrs. Park, you wait for me, you will ... you will punish me for being late."
!On a cooler tone than ice by itself, if he were to limit it, he would burn himself out of fear
He was silent because he had compassion on this child, how he would tell her something about an adult who was difficult to accept؟
He watched her with earnestly embraced eyebrows, she took out that thing that was stuck in the pocket of her damaged little pants in front of him with confidence, and it was nothing but a damaged coin of no value for him to look at her in amazement and silently
Emma: "It's the price to get out of here," in a confident tone
He laughed lightly to gently curl her hair."Really! It would be a great thing in the future. You have the aura of a successful businessmen barter, but now do I understand that you are bribing me to get you out of here ??"He was stunned at the end
To shake her head like a robot without feelings or expression.
"The price of staying here is that I have nothing but it. I promise you that when I grow up I will come here and pay off my debts."
Shocked, how can a child standing in confusion between the ages of seven and eight receive words that adults sometimes cannot synthesize !!
He sighed heavily to look at her sharply, "Where did you get this talk, little girl?"Emma, "My mom warned me against talking to the West," she was trying to get out of bed, but he grabbed her gently.
"Okay! Well! Emma, I want to tell you something, but it's a little complicated." He rubbed the back of his head confusedly, trying to coordinate his words.
She turned back looking at him in a deadly silence, shivering inertia. "I know, I saw it all that night."
The shock escalates to his mouth and extinguishes the light of logic in his brain. Seen as a patient
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
