Crimsyn's POV
“She was a walking history... A time bounded with mystery.”
Revelation of the truth is the least thing that can occur to my life as I yearn for anticipation. It is inevitable but unpredictable at the same time. Whether it can occur at a brief moment or I must have to wait for centuries for it to unveil itself. I don't have to blame someone or something if thus hidden secrets had begun to unveil themselves right in front of my eyes. However, Expectations must've once thorns who could only hurt souls, piercing them with the truth rather than the lies that occurs to their minds called expectations.
As soon as those words abandoned her hollowed mouth, the woman began to cease to be visible until she had entirely decided upon vanishing from our sight. Meandering my eyes at the
