COUNTERCLOCKWISE
i was left staring, wind blowing on my face hard like sharp icicles going into every pore of my face, my hair blowing like a hurricane and my hands, colder than the icy storm itself.
but the storm wasn't the problem.
it was me.
The police left about 2 hours ago, everything is different now, it seems like nothing is real anymore. I don't know what or who to believe, the police with what they told me or my parents with what they told me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
counterclockwise
Historia Cortai was left staring, wind blowing on my face hard like sharp icicles going into every pore of my face, my hair blowing like a hurricane and my hands, colder than the icy storm itself. but the storm wasn't the problem. it was me. The police left about...
