Tag: Am Writng a Fantasy

I looked at you deeply, and everyting started

Our hearts were pulsing the necessary blood to remain alive

it seemed that each step we were doing, it was resounding in all Blue City

in those endless hours, it was determinating itself the reborn or the definitive death of the city

Now the all the weight it was falling over your shoulders

We were inside our emotions, and we wanted remained stay there, till we could

I looked at you with a grimace of pain

each time he was about to meet someone to kill, his run it was made itself faster

He knew what was about to happen, while we were staring him, stand still

A last yelp it shuddered us