quadrāgintā octō

"What spell is marring me?"

He was sure that things were not going to be the same for him anymore. He could feel that.

That was the first feeling which took a sit in the prime of his consciousness. He couldn't toss it aside. He did wish that he would be able to do that.

He didn't want to make a silly choice. He didn't know how to fiddle with the recent stance. His patience was a dead end.

He didn't even know what that did mean. He should figure out sooner or later. He should be able to arrive at what he was supposed to know and do sooner or later.

That was all that he could put up with at that moment. He couldn't had thought better about it. He did wish that he would be able to elevate and kick aside all the odds of the things he couldn't figure out.

He would only do what was right for him. He would do what was the best for him. He would be able to understand his plight and work his way around it.