The Artist, overwhelmed with panic and paranoia, is convinced that he is being watched and that someone somewhere knows what he's done. Just the sight of Annabel's body begins to blur the lines of fantasy and reality. He controls the urge to run and leans down to kiss her one final time, closing her eyes with the gentle touch of his blood-soaked fingertips. His tortured goodbye plagues his mind and allows the madness to come pouring back with a vengeance. The Artist accepts his fate, hides the body and sets out into the night.
"(...) leans to kiss her one final time, closing her eyes with the gentle touch of his blood-soaked fingertips."
ResponderEliminar*-*
- sua sádica :b
ResponderEliminarmas é lindo, não é ? *-* daqui a umas horinhas já ponho outra parte :D