menotyou
I walked into a crowded room and sour scent curdling the air. I couldn't think about such unimportant information right now. I need to think about this event, the event that she gave me, a do or die project. I need this job. He told me to brush her off, but how can you do something like that to someone so important?
I look down at the piece of life that the doctor just gently placed across my arms, "Charity." My gorgeous wife says looking at the love sprawled across my face. "Her name is Charity."
I don't know what happened. All I wanted to do was leave, to flee from this old life, but what do I get now? Nothing, all I get is a new life even worse than the last. Can I ask for something good for one? For once!