The Unpredicted series continues with a new Picture it & Write! Enjoy!
Distorted.
That was how I felt when Caleb kissed me. Flashes of dead bodies encircling me; pictures of expressionless faces. But one single image kept on nagging me. It was a young girl. Enclosed in an empty room. Her eyes were cold and distant, yet she fixed them on me.
A death stare.
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