Chicken Soup for the Soul

[nanshedaeva]

There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
That's my soul up there

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned," She whispered in Magyarol, in rusty memory of a religion long since left behind. Bishop Szilvas took her hands in hers, and smiled gently, as a father would to a child.

There's a

Comments

[the_harvester]

Miss her and want her back now. :)

[nanshedaeva]

Awww.

Well hopefully we will figure out what is up with all of this soon!