I wanted to go in wanted to follow, to see what the gasp was. Had they figured out the boys nature as I had. Did they know he was undead, frozen in this half life. How old was he? How long had he been one one of us? How long had I been undead? A day? How long was I scratching at my coffin?
I tried to see inside but failed, the light hurting my eyes.So I waited, trying to drown out the memories that flowed into my mind, or what was left of it. I would never talk to him, this other. So i began walking away.
 AnnieAnachronism · Thu Aug 13, 2009 @ 07:26am · 1 Comments |
