"Oh Sylvie, oh Sylvie" Is how he has been left in a breath. Ever since Aunt Olivia has had him in under her eye. Paxcou knows, he has now come within a reach for responsibility. Having his girlfriend lined with in the full quarter of a moon, for him, it has been a success. As for being in the gasps of Aunt Olivia, that�day�has yet to come.
A glare in to one of another moons mist. A study for when he himself has once been with in its grip. A long stare, Paxcou has had his hopes from in, under the lust, on its one seed from in his lust of its blood. A tense of a paranoia has had him in a stir, Aunt Olivia has left the living room light on, his bedroom window now closed. He has once sent his stand for betray in to the grip of the bats that had him once in line for them as they together had their means from in the wilds that have set from under its moons light. He has had his one chance, not knowing he would be along the glowing light from under its being with his newfound friend. As for his scared thoughts of Aunt Olivia, finding out he indeed has been in a swallow from in the last of the moons glow. Is about, for him to take place.
The day has been long and how Paxcou and Sylvie thought it would have in doubt led them in to its end. Sylvie had her sights set for a high. As for Paxcou him self, he was more indulged in what they had together planed. It was not until the day had once met them from in its end, a night had them swept in to its long and bitter ends. As it once shown them darkness, it had also let plead for an intimate ghost from in its own shadow.
Screams in death, a tortures sense, horror as the terror had placed its vengeance in to its one for a treacherous skill and once before it had been put to its end. Paxcou was how he was there and for now his depths of being when has come to how his fulfillments had now been met. For Sylvie, let alone having her Paxcou once there and along with being as his one next to the moons light as it too was in glare, couldn't mean any other means for being in the kitchen of their once neighbors as they had and for the moment once been. They had come to meet the two pupils that has been under, from in the gasping of looks and for once then, their, in the very house that had once left her and Paxcou in the midst of a despair.
From a seek of search from on Aunt Olivia's face from before Paxcou has been set into her stare. He stands there on the front step with little or nothing from in his air, only his new found from in the amusement of catching his Sylvie stepping into the street and dancing in to the light that had once been in a shine as she then seemed to strike a smile from on Aunt Olivia's grinning stare. Leaving her in its trance as Paxcou himself; stepped in, passed his Aunt Olivia on by and as her love-moaning hum stepped her in to a house that she had now sought darkness and as its now been declared. �
A paranoia from in sin as it as End.