I haven’t seen you in months, five to be exact. The changes I endured caused me to keep away from the ones I love. I couldn’t be near you, I couldn’t let you see what I’ve become. But that night, I couldn’t forget the one thing you gave me. I was reminded of why I loved you.
I brought my cigar to my lips, taking a long pull before exhaling. I glanced across the table between me and the elderly Cuban man dressed in a suit to rival mine. This nigga was the epitome of what I was going to be come. I couldn’t hate. Shit only made me want to work harder…
|Y'all are so fucked. So fucked up. Change the fucking characters... What kind of excuse is that. Not fin|
What the fuck are you talking about? That’s not the reason why I stopped. And why would I change characters to a almost finished ff? Move around for real cause I can care less about you being in your lil feelings.
I just read the most hilarious post.
My nails softly tapped against the table as the smoke slowly filled my lungs. Normally I wouldn’t smoke, but today my nerves were on the edge. She was supposed to have been here by now with the information I requested and yet she was late. She was never late but then again this was…
I only co write one story and that’s judaskiss-ff that’s it.
"Something like that." Her words echoed over and over in my ears. Even two day after she had first said them. Something about the way she said it peaked some interests of mine. Good and bad. It took a minute for me to register that such a innocent face was behind such a brutal…