Dora's mind circled around a lot of things at the moment all centered on the past and the heaviness it had on her heart.
All she could feel was an anonymous feeling, something so deep, that looked to engulf her soul from deep within.
Hate —as it was turning out was slowly eating up it was through her heart , the fact remained that she hadn't had anything the way she hated this.
Her gaze paused …
Dora could clearly recall certain things she had always hated from time when she had been a little girl, one of them had been the furry animals that kids her age used to sneak into their bags and bring to school to keep them busy after school hours.
From the night her parents had died till this moment—
They had always creeped her out and one of the other things she had hated was liars
