Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick Online

The world tilted. The rain stopped mid-air. And for the first time since I woke up empty, I remembered what falling felt like.

Even if it killed me. Would you like a short poem or a character monologue in the same style? Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick

"Angel," he said, the word scraping out of a throat full of broken glass. The world tilted