xSimplyWeebx

“You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found. I'll take you there, you'd said. And I could say that I agreed.” ― Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor He walked and walked; a broken man wearing a black cloak to hide a deep secret, a secret that should never be found out by any living creature. The broken man never took off his hood, which covered his eyes. The br