MoochiTheMouse

Do you want to hear the story of how I died? I promise it won't be boring so if you would just take a seat, have a drink and listen. Past memories reach, I met the most amazing man who spun words of silver and gold with a tongue more fine than silk. He told me he could do no wrong and I, young and foolish, believed him. And when we went home, his eyes shining with new excitement, things were perfect. Then it shattered. Nothing more intense than feeling my own blood trickle down my body. Cruciation stares traveling down blood spattered knife a gaping wound cries of shock gleaming white smile solid drops of blood and