Crossed Fingers
Vixen Moren’z POV Reality hits you hard that life is about survival. It is a battlefield, where the winners will have a daily scuffle with death. Who would have thought that life will be so much consequential to those who barely have it? It’s hard to even phantom how it sucks to be in deprivation, yet it is easy to put a goal to end it. Though the process is a bit rough, full of holes, journey, for sure there will be a result to a man’s deed. I lurched from my bed as I heard a vague, frantic noise. Kinzel sprung inside my room with her shirt being damped with her sweat. Her shoulders moved up and down as she caught her breathing. What’s happening? There was a loud shudder from the next door. I paced towards her and held her by the shoulder. Her eyes were in taciturnity and she was panic
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