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On Going... READ THE WARNING AT THE BOTTOM 'Toska', A Name Given To Him By A Strange Stranger: Anna. He's Closed Off At First But Slowly Warms Up To Her Presence. But To Love You Need To Learn How To Love Yourself. Can They Both Learn To Do That And Share With The Other Their Deepest, Darkest Secrets? Or Will They Push Each Other Away? FROM COVER: They May Seem Ordinary But Behind The Layers Of Clothes Holds A Dark Secret. "Toska" The voice was close- quiet. I turned. A warm, pale face greeted mine. A small girl. A small, fragile, dainty, short girl. Her hands hidden away in the sleeve of her hoodie, clutching the entrance. Despite the damp weather she wore nothing more than a black tennis shirt, black zipped-up hoodie with the hood up, fishnets that Hardly clung to her stick-like legs, and wet, muddy, tattered, black and white converse. I still didn't reply to the word she spoke. I shifted my gazed back onto the city. She didn't speak neither did she wait for my reply. Her quiet steps made loud from the squishy mud that surround the bench like a bog. She sat far; although I was in the middle... it wasn't exactly a long bench...should I move? "It's a Russian Noun." She didn't look my way but starred aimlessly into the city as if to mirror me. "No." she scoffed to herself like it was a dumb question. I barely know her, "Toska: An immense ache for nothing and everything all at once. An anguish from the bottom of the heart." I didn't reply, but this time she was looking at me, expecting one. I didn't give into her long, immense gaze. WARNING: Mental health. May be triggering. (Yes, Anna is a metaphor for ana/anorexia)
Toska
