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No.
This can't be happening.
My breathing turns heavy as dread starts to sink in. I clutch the side of the table and shake my head repetitively, trying to forget the thought.
But it's true.
I look into the mirror, eyes wide and filled with horror. Fear and hysteria start to take over as I choke back a sob.
No.
I had more time.
I fall to the floor, clutching my legs. Memories flash through my head in a whirlwind. Tears start staining my cheeks, my vision blurry.
It's too soon.
Please.
A wretched sob rips from my throat and I have to bite down on my hand to control myself.
I can't let this happen...
But it already is.
Is this the end?
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