From Dusk to Dawn (Chapter 4)

[sunsetdawn20]

He felt at home covered by the thick shroud of night. It gave his movements certainty and confidence they only feigned during the bright, sincere hours of the day. But he missed the noisy silence of blackness. He missed the sound of cockroaches and various insects that were like a chorus to the melody of lonely hearts or guilty hands. Each to their

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[lady_elizabeth2]

Squeeeeeeee! <3 I'm going to read the next one :)

[greeneyespurple]

I remember reading and loving this and I still do. It's one of your highlights *nodnodnod* This series is too fucking good to be true and made my day so much better!