O Slash Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Why would I poison anyone? “ “You can never be too careful,” Eskal replied with a grin that flashed his elongated canines. He offered the oil to me, “I suppose this is safe.” I hummed in response as I snatched the dispenser, oiled my pan, and placed the olive oil back in its home. I glanced at the curly-headed blond from the corner of my eye as I grabbed the salt grinder. He simply held out his hand expectantly. I said nothing as I passed the item to him and he repeated the same process as with the oil.

Without a word, we walk away from Joslyn’s grave, leaving a part of our past behind, as the huge Oak tree that had been once our hang out spot stood guard at our friends grave, fulfilling her wish to stay in her most favorite spot, forever, for eternity. ****************************************** The End