HYACINTH POV
I sat on the bed waiting for death to knock on my door, the final hour had come abd yet I couldn’t feel a thing. I wanted to feel pain, or sad, or maybe a hint of happiness that I was finally free from the stress of this world....
HYACINTH POV
I sat on the bed waiting for death to knock on my door, the final hour had come abd yet I couldn’t feel a thing. I wanted to feel pain, or sad, or maybe a hint of happiness that I was finally free from the stress of this world....