Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.
Just stand. Bend. Balance.
If you believe you can read you can
You - best secret boyfriend ever.
So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?
Oh baby," he whispers. Steps back. Out of the doorway. His face ashen. He walks slowly back to the kitchen. Leans over the counter. Puts his head in his hands. His hair falls over his fingers. The bathroom door clicks shut. She stays there for a long time. He's pulling his hair out.