I like the Darkness. There’s something to the feeling of not knowing your surroundings, not seeing the color of things as appear, but as they truly are. There’s something about the unknown, the quiet, the cold. There’s something unspoken about the dark, something I can never quite put words to. Something terrifying, yet beautiful.
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Annabell 'Forgotten Proxy'
FanfictionAnnabell finds herself having nightmare after nightmare of her true loves death leading her to visit his grave under the tree in which he died in front of, but on one visit discovers the unthinkable. Is it all a dream? A reality that could have been...
