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all the same, beast, bullet wound, cottage, fangs, motorcycle, open road, sebastian, silence, the day, traveler, veronica, wandering soul, yuki
It’s been years since I last saw her. I thought something would be different about her. I hoped something would feel different about her. She’s all the same; so is my heart.
They went inside that last room and Yuki waited outside by the door. A ferocious white beast was now guarding the entrance. It’s shape had changed and fangs had grown. That was not Yuki, standing by the entrance. This house Veronica lived in, it had a curious effect on things, on beasts, on people. Continue reading