A single candle flickered in the room casting only a little light,
causing shadows to dance on the walls. She sat at the rim of the bed
watching him breathe peacefully; her eyes bright, almost feverishly.
"How can one so angelic be a demon to my darkness," she whispered.
we hadden geen geld, geen knikkers jij & ik we speelden met zand met onze handen bouwden wij de mooiste kastelen we had no money, no marbles you & I we played with sand with our hands we built the most beautiful castles