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But his hand were another thing entirely; nimble fingers, smooth skin, even something as accurate as anatomical sketches could not capture what she saw.

the story of two girls and unlikely love, even when winter is the coldest

a story of a life of a girl. she was afraid to grow up.

Chapter One of a story of a fighter in a city

The toxicity of a city, with its polluted claws digging at your dreams.

to all the people who only how to bring light to the world, thank you!

Ophelia wished she was a free bird-one as vibrant as the color of blood, that could fly away from the world. The brief thoughts of Ophelia in the hands of death - A Shakespearean tragedy.

To strike a deal with a corrupted businessman is like striking a deal with the devil-a temporary wish can be granted, but the consequences will always, consistently catch you.

Gun in hand, a dissociative sociopath like her could be up to anything.

walking down a frozen path...

what it feels like to be sick

a fight scene excerpt, enjoy!