It happens. There’s no avoiding it. When Ты can see the darkness coming, there’s nothing Ты can do rather than lie there helplessly, waiting. Waiting for the torment to end. Then finally, when Ты know it’s all over, there’s that one луч, рэй of hope willing to take your life back. So Ты reach out for it, not wanting to loose it. Lock it in a box and throw away the key.
“Charlie how long назад was it when Ты found her?”
That calm voice echoed around the large Космос 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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