A Dark Touch
She mumbled to herself lowly.
Once again, her body flopped on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, looking at the cracks upon it, following them with her eyes all while wishing God would simplify her life, but she knew things never really worked that way, at least not for her. Harlow shut her eyes closed her eyelids engulfed the darkness that seemed to follow, and she liked it; something drew her to that darkness. Michael's eyes were the only thing that confused her mind, it was like she was staring at death, or maybe it was like one of those horrible dreams that seemed to last forever. Harlow couldn't help but wonder, was he even alive or living? He looked so detached from everything, everyt
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