He pulled back from the kiss, and just stared. His eyes were upon her, but it wasn't her she was seeing.
He was still so tired of everything, and he couldn't help but feel anger towards the few who still kept him going forward in this pathetic life. Yet, he was somehow grateful, for not ebing like all of those weak cowards, who just laid down and waited for to death to swallw them.
He was still so tired of everything, and he couldn't help but feel anger towards the few who still kept him going forward in this pathetic life. Yet, he was somehow grateful, for not ebing like all of those weak cowards, who just laid down and waited for to death to swallw them.