Dance With Me
- LETTURE 206
- Voti 2
- Parti 5
My names Tari and I'm dyng. Quickly and painfully. I've never had to work on my life and what I wanted to do with it,because I knew it was going to come. I have a twin brother named Tare, who refuses to accept the fact that it's coming. But I never realized he was working so hard to keep me alive. It was a true Treasure and surprisingly that treasure has a brother. I think I love him. When we met, that's when the truth came rushing out. The reason for my sickness is not some mad scientist. Not even some vengeful idol or demon. It's the closet person you could ever expect to do that to me. Now I'm not only fighting for my life but for the lives of those around me. In this final dance of life or death... Who takes the lead and what's following?
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