The Dreamer
- LECTURAS 30
- Votos 3
- Partes 5
My bloody knuckles wrap around the gun as I stare into Rona's cold blue eyes, Katrina really did did like Rona, I blink and in a moment a bullet is penetrated through Rona's stomach. The vast wilderness swallowed up the sound and Rona fell to her knees. The serum had ran out and I had realized what I've done. My dream that has tortured me for the past week in the city had came true......
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