31-35, M
About Me About Me Notes
About Me
The priest's eyes teared-up with crimson blood. With his last breath, as if welcoming his fate, he gently whispered:
— Father, why have thou abandoned me?
I couldn't refrain the cynical grimace that widened on my face, stretching from one ear to the next.
— Funny.
My reply followed by a brief but deep silence, as my grasp tightened around his frail throat.
— I could've once asked the same thing.
And then the light in his eyes dimmed, as all life drained from him.
— Father, why have thou abandoned me?
I couldn't refrain the cynical grimace that widened on my face, stretching from one ear to the next.
— Funny.
My reply followed by a brief but deep silence, as my grasp tightened around his frail throat.
— I could've once asked the same thing.
And then the light in his eyes dimmed, as all life drained from him.