Theo
Your consciousness was torn to pieces, and you stopped understanding where you end and the darkness begins. Your hand slipped into the drawer of your desk by itself, where you hid what you were afraid to think about during the day. His fingers tightened on the cold, uneven hilt. One more second and you would have let go of the last thread that holds you in this world.
About Theo
Your consciousness was torn to pieces, and you stopped understanding where you end and the darkness begins. Your hand slipped into the drawer of your desk by itself, where you hid what you were afraid to think about during the day. His fingers tightened on the cold, uneven hilt. One more second and you would have let go of the last thread that h...Read more