by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:16 am
"Nothing." Kate lied and climbed in. She rested her head against the window tiredly and stated straight ahead with a blank expression.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."