Racy
I don’t know how I find my voice again, but I seem to, the fire blazes, everything brighter, my mood dwindling; “But how?” my voice, oozing with confusion, the smoke rising from my lips the black gunk hacked up by the words, now falling from my mouth. I am scared and worried and a whole lot confused; how, why, when, what is going on?
And then he – Blade? – decides to speak.
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Racy & Blade
Teen FictionRacy crashed and burned. Blade sunk and drowned. Everything was okay until that summer, now they're both dead. But the question is, where do you go when you die? lovely cover by @hotteas ©_unwelcomethoughts 2014
