"Oyaji," He cried. "It's over. It's done." The red hue dimmed down, turning into a shade of brown that filled the air with its regret. Written for Poirot cafe themed contest#3: Tears - No pairings
"Oyaji," He cried. "It's over. It's done." The red hue dimmed down, turning into a shade of brown that filled the air with its regret. Written for Poirot cafe themed contest#3: Tears - No pairings