buried.

Mar. 15th, 2017 11:02 pm
Sometimes they came in groups, sometimes alone.
Wyn watched. Her people caught them each time, brought them to the mountain for judgement.
"Give them to me," she told them, and she embraced them in her arms, bringing them unto herself, bringing them inside, deep inside into the darkness there. And there they stayed.
And her people were safe.

so much

Mar. 9th, 2017 09:20 pm
I miss him. so much. sometimes its like I am breaking inside.

That's why I try not to think about it.

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