Cheykanish
Seated in the back of my is the feeling that I'm not good enough. I'm not right for you. And that's it, isn't it? That's why you had to have her, because I wasn't right. But one day I will be, but by then, you won't be right for me.
The scalp was red with blood. She couldn't look at it. a hit like that to the head was enough to kill anyone. and she had killed him.