LIONEL“Sir Lionel…”“Stay with me, Frank!” I whispered to him. What was the best thing to do? Stay by his side until he died or run to get help?“Frank, you have to give me some time. I need to go get help.” I assured him. He suddenly held on to my suit jacket, as more blood came through his mouth.“No… no, stay with me. Please. Please don’t leave!’ He begged, holding onto me more tightly than ever. I had never felt my entire emotions swell so terribly that it hit my chest so hard, I bent over in pain.This was the pain of guilt; and that was what I was feeling. It was consuming me. Is this how I was going to live on forever, carrying the blood of Frankenstein in my hands.I felt something else, another emotion that was not guilt – anger, speedily rising within me, an energy from within. As a wolf, whatever energy we gave off had to have a source, and somehow, I thought I could feel one being provided from me from the depths of
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