I've always wondered what life would be like if I hadn't been different. If I hadn't died in that place. Maybe I could have protected her. She could have written her own story. Of laughter and life in the world, not her rotting in her cell, the fun draining away from her as she slowly gave up.
The story of Dahlia
Not the story of The Girl Who Cried Ink
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The Girl Who Cried Ink
AléatoireThe last thing Violet can remember is pain. Now she watches over her cell mate in the living hell she called home. She begins to learn about Dahlia and how she really was. Who she could be. What she could do. Now all she wants to do is to return t...
