Koszmroka

Rot

• She doesn't really care,

  for anyone but,

  herself.

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    She was watching him for a long time, he knew it. A girl with empty eyes and a cigarette between her teeth. She appeared in his dreams, making them of smell cigarette smoke. Always in shadows, always creepy. He couldn't even call them "dreams". Those where nightmares, worst nightmares he had. Who was she? Or more like, what was she doing in his nightmares? But he never actually could talk to her, not even come closer. She always stood out of his reach, almost immaterial. Like she really wasn't there. But he knew different. He wasn't stupid.