by Inspector_Javert » Sun Mar 08, 2015 10:56 pm
((I am so sorry for not replying for such a long time. Depression is one of the worst things I know of, and the past few months have been exceptionally hard for me. I am not yet fully recovered, but I am getting better. Today is the day I returned to Chicken Smoothie. And the day I intend to remember))
The Inquisitor
"Magdelana I am ..."
His words trailed off. What was he saying? He was not sorry. This child had caused him nothing but grief from the day she had arrived on his doorstep. He had cared for her, loved her as his own - but she had always just resented it. Reflected his love. It was like a disease; slowly eating away at his heart. Leaving nothing but an empty hole.
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