by ~Phantasos~ » Sun Jan 27, 2013 8:11 am
"I don't know. There was a gun shot and then he was gone." Sarah said sadly. She was sitting at his desk reading a pile of letters.
"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."