Feeling cheated, exhausted and alone… She wished she could just turn to someone. Drowning in failure, sorrow and bills, things seemed to be dreadfully going downhill. What now, where now? she kept asking herself. The only place she felt safe, was curled up in her bed. Cry, baby cry. Fighting the fire with your…… Continue reading Floodgates…
Previously… https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/russian-roulette-2/ She couldn’t beleive she had pulled the trigger a second time. You are real… He burst in a loud though nervous laughter. When she had chanced destiny again, he had tightened his grip on her wrist by reflex, and the sudden pressure on her delicate articulation had chased any possible doubt in…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (3)
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