creativeI can feel their pain, all dark and jagged, it clamours, whispers to me. I didn't cause their discomfort, but I dearly wish I did. Wish I could twist the knife, make her pay for taking what's mine, make him pay for not wanting to play with me any more.
Her pretty, green strength all wrapped around his horrible, shiny soul. Mummy wants her boy back, she wants his Key too.
open_on_sunday — challenge #44: seven deadly sins: jealousy 