saturnsakura
I fighting never ended between the two of them. Their shared mind like a prison to each other. It was the ultimate feud this time though. one that would leave only one to remain. mwahahahahahaha...
I staged the perfect murder. Which in the end, kind of sucks. I couldn't taste the spoils of my victory if no one even had the tiniest inkling it was me. Maybe I should have made it a little less perfect.
It was was she lived for, her passion, what she was driven to do after that wretched afternoon... buy an ice cream cone!
she was commited to asylum before even saying I Do. her childhood dreams shattered as the people in those silly white coats tried to tell her she had killed her lover. not a chance. the red of her dress was real.
the blanket provided a sense of security for the friendless child. the muted voice that was even more muffled by her security.
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