Deep Well
VIXEN MORENZ’S POV The clock, it was ticking just like how we’re planning. Every detail should be laid upon. A callous fuss crawled on my neck as I smelled my own breath. It isn’t a good thing to do, but it’s better to put a mask on than to inhale the smoke which had put our place to slumber. I needed to stay alert just like the others. My heart is beating loud, and it is clear than the sound of the oozing breeze. Any second from now, the door will be opened and a new day will welcome us. It was dead silence. The corroded streets were empty into a hung. Yet, the birds continued to whirl like it was just any ordinary day outside. A palm reached on my sweaty, shined ponytail. I looked up to see her face and her eyes flashed as her lips were curved into a sneer. Her soul is firing up, know
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