Love You
The driver saw that Fiona was not interested in talking and turned on the music.
Although Fiona was very tired, she quickly fell asleep, closed her eyes and began to dream. In the dream, all were wrists and blood, and Paul Henry’s pale face.
Fiona was about to go up and press down on his wound, but he couldn’t do it, watching him get further and further away. Fiona wanted to call him. His voice sounded like something was blocking it, no sound either.
Fiona’s head was drenched with sweat. I startled her awake. She sat up, the shirt on her body followed by the movement of sitting up and sliding down.
Bab Populer