Soul's Hemorrhage

Prologue

He didn't know what to do…he never did. The shadow started to descend and the light to increase, he should be happy, it's light. Well light is the very death of him…dare say were there's light there's a bigger shadow. All the broken toys, all the little houses, here comes the summer of broken lovers, all he wants to do is live. Scream and feel the pain and find him self. Help me for it's to late…he cried a cry nor of fear but of regret. He inclined his head and awaited for the cold gun to once again shoot…

"I was the one" The voice said.

Bam


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