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Ostatni promień – Rozdział 1 Wpatrywał się w wielką przeszkloną ścianę, za która był tylko kosmos. Obserwował gwiazdy, które świeciły jasnym blaskiem i komety pędzące z zawrotną prędkością. Spoglądał na nie jednak jego myśli były kompletnie gdzie indziej. Jego myśli krążyły wokół jednej osoby, której w żaden sposób nie mógł znaleźć na tym przeklętym statku. Przez ostatnie dwa dni prowadzony jest spis osób, którzy tutaj się znajduj

1. Drabble: "I'm gonna regret asking this, but, uh… why are you so good at giving yourself stitches?" You were tired, bleeding and tired. After a deal gone wrong and a shooting, you escaped with a bullet to the side. Not knowing where to go and who to trust, you turn to the person who you hold dear to your heart. Maybe it's a stupid idea to confront the man with a bleeding wound and the fact that you lied to him about your profession. But you lose too much blood to think straight and so you lean against the doorway, knocking a few times. There is a shuffling behind the door and you look back, hoping that nobody followed you. Taking

Struggling under the amount of work, Graves didn´t have much time to think about Credence in the following days. But on one especially sunny morning, when he decided to walk to work instead of apparting, he passed by another Second Salemers´ meeting spot. The terrible woman was giving one of her speeches about the witches living among us (Graves smirked) and being bloodthirsty and dangerous (he remembered Grindelwald and the smirk dissolved) and her children were dutifully standing behind her. Credence was at his mother´s side like usually. Slowing down a bit, Graves observed the boy carefully. He seemed to be all right, mayb

When you realize you're withering away, but you just can't help it. When you're making some efforts here and there, and you think it still accounts for 'trying', but you just don't really feel like you're getting anywhere. When it's already late, but you're filled with loneliness and sadness and you just don't know what to do with yourself. You need something, but you don't know what. You know you want something, but there is just no passion inside. Where are you? Where have you gone? Who are you? Who is this person you don't recognize, you wonder. There was a time where you didn't need a moment of d