by Shade » Tue Jul 08, 2008 2:52 am
Diana crumbled in on herself, pressing her hands against her ears. "He's dead, I killed him, he's dead!!" she said. Oh I am far from dead, the voice said, the voice of the one man she hoped to never see or hear again, the voice of Siete.
Sugar. Spice. Everything twice. I'm the left and the right, in a word: Nice.
