Life After Therapy

Aside from my rekindled passion for photography, and mingling with fellow hobbyists, I also found yet another valuable website that helped me get by my newly improved right arm functionality.
the ugly writers

Crimson

There was none on the other end of the line. And I gave up trying. It seems it's over. And I just kept crying. Her pulse grew weaker, her breathing more shallow. Her face, whiter, and her whole body colder. Is this how cold she must have felt?