His gaze turned sad as he leaned a little further out. The palms of his hands held to the edge. The strength in his arms held him up as he scooched a little further over the edge. It wasn’t that he wanted the pain. But that was sort of the point.
His gaze turned sad as he leaned a little further out. The palms of his hands held to the edge. The strength in his arms held him up as he scooched a little further over the edge. It wasn’t that he wanted the pain. But that was sort of the point.
Inscriptions from the Heart 