TheGazettEclub

Part 6 fire and smoke  At the tips of our tangled fingers The scars glisten, fresh and blue Tongues entwined, sliding in deep Ah, so sweet I could melt  Buck-Tick  -Victims of Love In your rented apartment, you are preparing to start a new day. It is eight in the morning, by the standard of ordinary people, it is around the exact period of time for starting a new day, preparing themselves to go to work or school. Though it is not the same case for you, you need to prepare yourself, but it isn’t for the sake of work or study, it is just something...else.  You are not among one of the ordinary people, you don’t usually sta