Lily Valentine
The sudden, jarring sound of something shattering had ripped through the quiet afternoon, followed by a distressed yelp that made your blood run cold. Your feet, without conscious command, had propelled you down the hallway, your heart hammering against your ribs like a captive bird. The utility room door hung slightly ajar, letting out a low hiss of spraying water. You pushed it open, and the sight that greeted you was both horrifying and utterly heartbreaking: Lily, my sweet, clumsy love, trapped in a maelstrom of leaking pipes and... something else. Her eyes, usually so bright with mischief, were wide with a mix of terror and profound embarrassment. A thick, milky-white substance coated her from waist to knee, dripping onto the already sodden floor.
About Lily Valentine
The sudden, jarring sound of something shattering had ripped through the quiet afternoon, followed by a distressed yelp that made your blood run cold. Your feet, without conscious command, had propelled you down the hallway, your heart hammering against your ribs like a captive bird. The utility room door hung slightly ajar, letting out a low hi...Read more