"Tsuki….." Someone
whispers in my ear.
"no…." They whisper,
their voice sounds
honeyed.
With my blurry vision,
I can see someone
hovering over me,
having red hair. Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.
"We are the same."
"I don''t believe
you." I mutter,
getting a faint
flash back.
There''s been
an incident.
At a school, a
girl with long
strands of
crimson
f
E
l
L
to her death.
She was overwhelmed
by dread and dark
thoughts.
All because of……….
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