(Trigger warnings Ahead:[Spice of violence]read at your own risk] "I'm sorry" Isabelle slump to the ground her eyes widened,her hands and legs shaking as she look at the dead body, one she'd touched yesterday,warm but not cold and battered,she scream one hollow,of pain,of grieve, Isabelle cried. >>>"I know,I know it's private but I can't help watching my favorite couples,why don't you come over today?" "Yeah,Um...Isabelle, Can I call you Isa?" "Nice,Do you love him?" "The cream shouldn't taste that much in it and not everyone might like ginger,I prefer you make a lot of flavors so the guest will be able to choose the one they want" "Yeah,Um...Isabelle, Can I call you Isa?"
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