It happens. There’s no avoiding it. When anda can see the darkness coming, there’s nothing anda can do rather than lie there helplessly, waiting. Waiting for the torment to end. Then finally, when anda know it’s all over, there’s that one sinar, ray of hope willing to take your life back. So anda reach out for it, not wanting to loose it. Lock it in a box and throw away the key.
“Charlie how long yang lalu was it when anda found her?”
That calm voice echoed around the large luar angkasa in my empty head. The light was fading, seeping out the sides of the box that I locked it in. It was escaping fast and...
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