The Anatomy of An Aguamala

We were in an underground maze of staircases and big brass elevators, forbidden catacombs of selfish territoried staircases beneath the Center.

They can’t see you if you stand still, they’re sensing heat that’s all.

You could use me.

How close can you get without him seeing?

Close enough to kiss

I’m so sorry for being MIA so often. My story isn’t finished yet; please watch for me I’ll be back soon.