A young girl, navigating the labyrinth of hard times, embodies a somber presence tainted by remorse. Her journey is an intricate tapestry woven with threads of dead ends, each avenue seemingly leading to a closed door. The weight of her experiences hangs heavily, etching shadows on the canvas of her spirit. In the quiet moments, the echoes of her struggles reverberate, casting a pall over the path she treads. Yet, within the depths of her turmoil, a resilient spark flickers, hinting at an indomitable spirit yearning for a glimmer of hope amid the shadows.
《Made by the attempts to escape the shackles of her past...a girl learns to use love as a pawn in her vindictiveness and vindication.
There is a danger when you don't leave the past behind, and reinvent your life; that at some point you'll look at yourself and no longer recognize who you see. A sequel to Life is a choice.》
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••My grin enlarged. If I had fangs, damn they would make me look fucking gorgeous. A true messenger of death.
Releasing a soft sigh I eyed him down. "This will hurt you more than it will to me." ••
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