Problems:
Heart:
“Miss hati, tengah-tengah I’m going to ask anda one lebih time, and I’d like if anda told me the truth.”
My mind was some place else. I’ve been answering the same soalan over and over again with the same answer. The light burned my eyes and my stomach twisted as I stared down at the picture once again. There he laded...Dead. His body torn and cut, with flesh and blood seeping out with a pool of blood laying seterusnya to him. The thing that made me the most sick was his eyes..So lifeless and dark and dull. Then the same soalan shaped me back to reality.
“Miss Heart?” Her voice dark...
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