"You think I hate love?" Death presses his lips tightly and continued, "I hate what I've done with it." As he said that memories of people, mortal, god, and paranormals, holding their lifeless significant others in their arms flood into Death's eyes and mind. Death gracefully walks to the window with you watching him in awe. How can a monster be so elegant?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Short Stories
Historia CortaHere are just little drabbles that I have written! I hope y'all enjoy these little drabbles, I had fun writing them. It currently has 20 parts (First few have titles, the other don't). May be more that's written who knows? WARNING: There is mention...
