“Was it you?” I shouted, but Tomo didn’t answer. I couldn’t have heard him over the screams anyway. The black ink pounded down as we ran for the train station, as we were soaked by the very truth of it.
Nothing was normal, and I’d known it, deep down. It wasn’t something I could run from. The ink hadn’t forgotten me.
My fate was raining down from the sky.
Nothing was normal, and I’d known it, deep down. It wasn’t something I could run from. The ink hadn’t forgotten me.
My fate was raining down from the sky.
