Beautiful Torment(editing)

I hate him. I hate how I was drawn in and dumped at death's door. Literally. Crimson red pooled at the side of my white satin dress where he slashed, to make my light fade. My feathers trailed at my now bare feet.I reach for a handful through blurred vision wincing slightly at the pain on my side, red now stained my o...

Moonlit

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