Until the Last Breath Leaves My Lungs the Pendulum Will Always Swing My Way
He stood there, the world crumbling around him, a figure stood in front of him, his features unclear, saying something. It was getting dark, a cold darkness that penetrated his soul. He felt his conciousnes fade, and then he felt his body slip away as well. Everything stopped and he slowly opened his eyes. The world around him seemed completely fine, as if the last few hours were nothing but a dream.
joshawott · Fantasie