It happens. There’s no avoiding it. When bạn can see the darkness coming, there’s nothing bạn can do rather than lie there helplessly, waiting. Waiting for the torment to end. Then finally, when bạn know it’s all over, there’s that one cá đuối, ray of hope willing to take your life back. So bạn reach out for it, not wanting to loose it. Lock it in a box and throw away the key.
“Charlie how long cách đây was it when bạn found her?”
That calm voice echoed around the large không gian in my empty head. The light was fading, seeping out the sides of the box that I locked it in. It was escaping fast and...
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