Post by ashita hayashi on Sept 14, 2009 14:35:14 GMT -8
ashita lay in the sun, thinking about what had happened at the ice lake, it's getting colder she thought it might be messing with my mind her body was tired, but her mind was wide awake
This world is called fate. The binding thread coils itself around a fragile, helpless prejudice. Hatred. Sadness. It ends in tears. Beyond the curtain, at midnight, any pending revenge will be taken.
