
All I can remember, are the screams, then the fire, the melancholy aftermath, the fierce need for revenge, and the stabbing realization it could never be mine. I refused to live with a vendetta, but what's the point? Nothing will ever be the same, morals are dead, right along with heroes, trust no one. And never fall in love with the enemy.Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang