Masses of listless faces entwined within the crowd, but Blaire’s loneliness was apparent. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, her eyes always told of the shadow that crept alongside her and at times, dark and dismal times, towered over her. The loneliness she carried was dark and telling of a grotesque obscurity […]
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.