Because a story only truly ends when no one is left to read it. And Kenji had just decided: he wasn’t going to let that happen. Not today. Not ever.
Now he was twenty-two. And the story was over.
She replied a minute later: “No, why?”
The fight was short. Brutal. Beautiful.
Because a story only truly ends when no one is left to read it. And Kenji had just decided: he wasn’t going to let that happen. Not today. Not ever.
Now he was twenty-two. And the story was over.
She replied a minute later: “No, why?”
The fight was short. Brutal. Beautiful.