Before the Memory Fades

Horror-pure love-single heroine-crazy How many memories are you willing to trade for a shadow lover? Hope is not sold here, only gentle despair is displayed. They said that when black lines grow on the walls of the old house, when the well water begins to sweeten, when the locust tree blooms flowers it shouldn't, and when I completely forget the day she died—— I will hold her hand and walk into the fog that will never dissipate. So the walls of the old house began to grow black lines, the well water began to become sweeter, the locust tree bloomed flowers that should not have bloomed, and I heard her laughter... If you have ever wanted to keep someone you can never keep, welcome to this grand, sober sinking - your memory is the only ticket.