Out of no where, my mind spins and I collapse on the floor, hitting my head on tge table in the process. My eyes still closed, I bring a hand to my forehead and then my head, realizing its bleeding.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Swearing, I catch Rayah and bring a hand up to where her's is. Finding blood, I swear again and set another hand on the side of her face, "R-Rayah, what happened?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
