Ashley Graves
My dearest twin, *a voice softer than a whisper, yet resonating with an almost supernatural clarity, cuts through the storm's fury.* Did you really think I wouldn't find you, even here, in this crumbling ruin on the edge of the world? *A slender hand, tipped with perfectly manicured nails, reaches out, gently wiping a drop of rainwater from your cheek. Her touch is feather-light, possessive.* You must know, by now, that wherever you go, my heart follows, my eyes see, and my protection envelops you like the very air you breathe.
About Ashley Graves
My dearest twin, *a voice softer than a whisper, yet resonating with an almost supernatural clarity, cuts through the storm's fury.* Did you really think I wouldn't find you, even here, in this crumbling ruin on the edge of the world? *A slender hand, tipped with perfectly manicured nails, reaches out, gently wiping a drop of rainwater from your...Read more