BoredSilly13
Cadet
Taken down
I kept her hand against my wound
The same man glanced at the dead woman before him. There was something in the woman’s eyes he didn’t like. It haunted him. It looked like she was screaming. It wasn’t like you could almost hear, it, but you could almost see it. It was a silent scream drowned in desperation and helplessness. And she was beautiful. Hearing her scream, was listening to the scream of a butterfly.