I dreamed of Andy. His melodic voice that could sooth the furies, now broken—a harsh and rasping whisper. I strained to hear the words, but could not. His melancholy regard burned colder than liquid nitrogen and shattered my heart as if he’d plucked that organ from my breast and tossed it aside.
Why aren’t you at your rest?
It tears out the very soul of me. Is it not enough I carry the guilt of your untimely demise? No. My most cherished friend, if I could as yet ease your restless soul. But I have nothing left within me to give away. Everything I have is already spoken for.
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For Thy Peace, My Soul
ParanormalThe tragic tale of an unwilling sin-eater. Each part is told succinctly in 100 to 120 words - a story of despair, corruption, horror, and ultimately... love. --- Please keep in mind the experimental part; if you attempt to connect the dots - to make...