That night on her rooftop, Gol dressed in grey tights spun to a wailing singer and wept. She hated her life, maybe she should just run? But they’d find her, they always fucking found her. Her Luce was gone, poof. The one person in this life whom she loved and who really loved her back was probably dead.
Choose:Zuriel #2
Choose:Zuriel #2
Choose:Zuriel #2
That night on her rooftop, Gol dressed in grey tights spun to a wailing singer and wept. She hated her life, maybe she should just run? But they’d find her, they always fucking found her. Her Luce was gone, poof. The one person in this life whom she loved and who really loved her back was probably dead.