Tanggal Lahir Muntaz Halilintar 소설 & 이야기

As he stares back at me my breath leaves my lungs in a rush and seems that my air isn't going to come back. His red eyes bore into my soul and wake up sentiments that I had buried deep inside me for years now. For 18 years he has been just a misconstrued memory. A sour reminder that I was indeed born. I never would have imagined that I would actually meet him someday; after all, he is supposed to be dead. As I stare back into those deadly, but captivating eyes, I feel my world shift under my feet; I am still wearing the gym clothes I had on when I was training with Mia. They are filled with dirt and dust.