Scrap #10


“What if we never met, I never saw you crying in the rain, and you never had a fight with him? Would it be like this?” I asked. “Like what?” was her answer. “Having a one passionate night together, holding tight each other, warming a cold night together, enjoying a wonderful sex.” Read more?


Scrap #7


Here I lie awake alone in the darkest, yet the hardest part of the night, thinking about the days I spent to create an ideal world inside my head. But when I realize that in reality the world is changing, those thoughts blur. Soon, another thought enters my mind: Read more?