death
Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
A los mortales os hace falta compañía porque tenéis tristeza, deseos y un tiempo limitado de vida.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It's what's known as an origin myth. What happened to me? That's no myth.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again..........anything.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
One day u will be the message...a message for those who still alive...
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>