ic know what her face looks like. i have known this face for two years.hapter 3: her eyes are green. chapter 19: her eyes are brown. nobody caught this in six months of posting except one (1) very observant commenter who i am now afraid of.
In the quiet hours of a late evening, Thomas sat staring at the soft glow of his desk lamp. On paper, his life was orderly, yet inside he felt an persistent, quiet emptiness.
An empty bottle. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had turn sour. I remember she bought a white summer dress for the days of late Spring.