The colours turned to black, your voice was all but gone, and at the mercy of the universe I knew that I’d done wrong. The throbbing in my temples was the slowing in my chest, and the aching in my skull was the beginning of the mess.
The colours turned to black, your voice was all but gone, and at the mercy of the universe I knew that I’d done wrong. The throbbing in my temples was the slowing in my chest, and the aching in my skull was the beginning of the mess.
