Chances...
Hmm.The air. The wind. The breeze. Its gentle, though slitely cold touch againts my cheeks, its soft whispers somehow calms me. Somehow, makes me feel alive... For now. ************** "Allie, you only have less than a year to---". "to live." I cut her off. I gave a small smirk as I stare darkly at my hands. Its almo...