A beautiful nightmare.
It was her that stopped him. Stopped his fall. Held him to his feet as surely as if he had been nailed to the ground with metal stakes. Stopped the inevitable.
And so too was it her that made him move again. One last thing to do, one last thing.
It was her that stopped him. Stopped his fall. Held him to his feet as surely as if he had been nailed to the ground with metal stakes. Stopped the inevitable.
And so too was it her that made him move again. One last thing to do, one last thing.
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