



Nothing Else Matter
porAnnah_Hale•~10min de lectura
Géneros y atmósfera
I don't remember my childhood, my first food, or my first steps. I don't remember my parents, I just remember the sound of pianos and a woody smell. Every time I ask Aro about my childhood it's the same story -Guns have no memory, they only remember killing.-That's what I was, I didn't understand, I didn't want to understand, but there was something in the way he spoke that made me forget about it, I had no memories and I just knew to kill.
Sinopsis
I don't remember my childhood, my first food, or my first steps. I don't remember my parents, I just remember the sound of pianos and a woody smell. Every time I ask Aro about my childhood it's the same story
-Guns have no memory, they only remember killing.-That's what I was, I didn't understand, I didn't want to understand, but there was something in the way he spoke that made me forget about it, I had no memories and I just knew to kill.
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