This whole place was kind of… bad.
The smell was terrible. At this point, I was just trying my best to not think about the smell. It wasn't working.
There were large crawling bugs everywhere.
And we had no idea where the hell we were even going.
"By the way, the way that voice sounded, are you familiar with that?" Alisa said.
Beads of sweat formed. "Nope, not even a little."
Yeah, I erased that voice from my mind a long while ago.
I cleared my throat, took a deep- okay, maybe not. There was no need for deep breaths!
"Do you think- father can be brought back to life? You said it's possible though-" Apparently Viola still wasn't convinced.
Things happened a bit too fast. I guess this was normal. Maybe she hadn't grasped the brutality of death yet. After all, she was just a kid. All this time, I treated her like an adult but now, now I understood. All her selfish behaviors were justified.
