lastglassbender

stock photo "What happened to your watch?" She took his wrist and pulled it toward her with her right hand, pointing to his timepiece's customary location. The contrast between the dark tan forearm

The sound of keys struggling to take a seat within their deadbolt home precipitated a solid thump. Then came another, that thrust open a heavy exterior door. The world beyond that door was drenched in

"I just, I don't understand why you're suicidal. It's a concept I can't grasp in the least and I'll never be able to help you if I don't know what's wrong," she said. Genuine concern washed over