Fieber Spгјr'n — Ich Will Immer Wieder... Dieses

But as the rain streaked against the windowpane, a rhythm began to thrum in her mind, unbidden and restless. It wasn't a song she had heard on the radio recently; it was a memory.

She walked to the hallway mirror and pulled her hair back. She saw a woman who was content, yet there was a ghost behind her eyes. Ich will immer wieder... dieses Fieber spГјr'n

"You're thinking again," Thomas said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You have that look." "Just the rain," she lied, leaning into his touch. But as the rain streaked against the windowpane,