Saturday
Picture 2
Alby Mangroves's Choice: Both
Title:
Death whispers with cold lips against her throat, and Mary Alice stiffens into trance.
The creeping dream comes at her softly, nibbling at her feet like darkness, and she falls in without so much as a ripple.
...from beyond the veil, eyes red as hearts will recognize her, and envelop her with fierce love...
...he will take her hand and run beside her from the bowels of Hades, and together, they will see and feel everything...
And she will die for this. She will walk alone in winter to find this love.
Waking, she embraces the inferno in her veins.
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