Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 30, 2011 4:51:08 GMT
Wynter sat by the rod iron fence barely hidden by small dead rose bushes. She looked out over the town of london and the bridge she'd tried but failed to drown herself under so long ago. She watched as a pair of girls stood the edge of the bridge wishing she could be in their shoes.
Her pregnancy had been long and hard with two beautiful healthy children to show for it. Bramsfield had been out in london for a week now though and she was growing weary of being trapped within the walls of his rooms. Willow took care of the children while she was out her but she still dreaded going back inside the asylum.
Her pregnancy had been long and hard with two beautiful healthy children to show for it. Bramsfield had been out in london for a week now though and she was growing weary of being trapped within the walls of his rooms. Willow took care of the children while she was out her but she still dreaded going back inside the asylum.
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