xuisse: I’m petrified by fear. It’s a cold grip that freezes me, my heart pounding to its last. Crying, looking down, feeling the pain of the stone spreading and cracking, trying to gasp for air.
xuisse: I’m petrified by fear. It’s a cold grip that freezes me, my heart pounding to its last. Crying, looking down, feeling the pain of the stone spreading and cracking, trying to gasp for air.
