03-19-2024, 11:28 PM
"Hold the doors!" reverberated through the airplane as a small waif of a girl in a black leather jacket, wisps of blue hair fluttering after her rushed into the aisle and plopped down next to Nox.
She carried only the plane ticket in her hand. "I wanted to live."
Nox smiled. "Me too. It'll be okay, I promise." He said it for both of them. Everything would be okay.
She carried only the plane ticket in her hand. "I wanted to live."
Nox smiled. "Me too. It'll be okay, I promise." He said it for both of them. Everything would be okay.
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