When I was young, Jia and I were involved in a k********g. The experience wasn't very appealing and left a huge scar in my mental state.
And let's just say that that's the main reason why we share the same phobia.
The lack of light that had bothered us so much at first just became normal after the k********g. The world was etched in charcoal, the once vibrant hues of the plants were no more than a vivid dream. It had been three weeks to the day that the super volcano had erupted and the blanket of blackness that obliterated the sun had not faded or thinned. Day and night just blended into one another and all the time we shivered. We coughed and spat up black phlegm, the spring plants were loosing their foliage and every water source was contaminated.
Now when I talk about the k******
