by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Jan 16, 2013 11:54 am
Chance shifted back into a girl and grabbed his arm worriedly. She tied her jacket above the wound to stop the bleeding before collapsing on the floor.
"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."