A lost dream
In a cold night of winter... while it was snowing in the lonely streets of Manhattan, she was there...
Her eyes shone behind the immense snow layer between a crowd of people without face...
Her black shiny hair shone, under the lights of the big city... And she attracted me, without being aware, my look was caught in her look...
She was so beauty, and it was impossible to look away, it was love at first sight, so that I dared to get closer and asked her name...
After talking to her, I've got some information... her name was Krin... After this scene, I haven't slept since then... It has been 24 hours that I haven't seen her and the dream hasn't beat me... her image doesn't let me sleep... there was something strange in her...
Her face expressed joy but also expressed hate... as if she wanted revenge with somebody... and this attrcted me but this moved me away unavoidably... her look frightening and it make me hurt... and even though that, I still wanted to look at her...
I would like to know where she comes from, what she does all the day... it was like a spell that I can't break...
And in reality.. I knew who she was... but deep down I remembered she... and I came back to the past...
"I am 8 years... and my parents were brutaly murdered and she looked me... and she laughed."
Krin... the queen of crime... I am the only one who survived her... but now, I know I will die... I feel how she cuts the conciousness threads...
I fall... and only the darkness surrounds me... and she is there, with her black dress, tight, and it signs her delicated corporal forms...
She kisses me... but this kiss is freezing me, slowly... and my conciousness puts out...
She always has been known for this...
...the one of dead eyes...
...the one of iced kisses...
Krin...
Está echa por mí y una compañera de classe a la que por compostura llamaremos señorita "A"...
Nurieeeta♥
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