“Come on, let me help you!”
In response to a mafia sentence meme here.
Perhaps,I have let my mind wonderfar too l o n g .
You never did hear her, did you?
Awkward, it was, the shift of muscle in pale torso as twin cardinal orbs shifted away from their owner’s reflection in the mirror to the source of that voice just entering the premise. Against the sink’s marble white, crimson cut in contrast, making almost black under the bathroom’s eerie light. While a beast’s talon has been successfully dislodged from its location once embedded in right shoulder blade, the damage can still be witness in dark rivulet. Blood always carries a strong scent of ferric.
With a minute spent, contemplating her request, finally the piece of dampen cloth was extended toward the other with a small nod.
