by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Mar 05, 2014 3:32 am
"If it was a game,you would be dead." Chance answered softly,looking up at him. She was thinner than when he last saw a few months ago and had a long healing scar running down the length of her left arm.
"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."