Just Machinery
- LECTURES 46
- Votes 4
- Chapitres 4
En cours d'écriture15 m
Dernière publication mer., nov. 8, 2017
I look at her as she sleeps. She looks so peaceful. I wish I could stay but I know I can't. I have to go or else they'll think something is up. I look at her one last time knowing this will be the last time I see her. I smile at how peaceful she is before climbing out of the small room.
Just Machinery
By ~Potatoes~
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