July 1
It was my third time. Don't they always say things happen in threes? Knife slitting through fragile skin, still damp.
Water pounding like giant teardrops. Sitting at the edge of the bathtub, knees shaking, watching scarlet water flow.
Darkness. Silence.
What seemed like a second turned into eternity. Blinding light. Voices. Madness. Silence.
That's all I could write, all I could remember. I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to analyze the situation or understand why.
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Close to Destiny (A Magical Love Story)
ParanormalWhy does Kat feel she knows Will when she's never met him before? Or has she? Kat has been too busy fighting the demons of her past to focus on love. But when she meets charismatic Will in London her world is turned upside down. An enigmatic woman n...
