Hi,
For those who have read Tranquility before, thank you. The writing was horrid, and every time I'd read the first chapter I wanted to cry. This is the new and approved. Im going to try to keep the storylines the same.
Moving on, I feel like, in the last year and a half, I have grown as a writer, and as a person. So I'd like to re-introduce Tranquility. So just stay open-minded and vibe.
(This part goes for all my books.) I'm not too sure on how I feel about writing smut, it may or may not happen if it does I will do my best to fulfill it... I'm kind of on a search for myself right now so let's see how this goes again.
Try not to judge too hard, and try to do something productive today.
Thank you for choosing to read.
(The chapters do get longer!)
Fray and Arya's love story...
Tranquility: a peaceful, calm state, without noise, violence, and worry.
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Fray's POV
I stood there, in the rain, alone. The blood flowed down my hands to never be seen again. The same as last week and the week before then. When Seattle weather promised rain, it was more than that, it was a guarantee. The rain hit me harder, leaving no trace of the red that had been there less than a minute ago.
I kept my face neutral staring at my reflection of someone's nicely tinted car. I had more of a feminine face than a physique, still, I was constantly mistaken for a man. The raindrops hit the tinted window giving the illusion that I'd been crying, but I wasn't. There were no tears on my face, no emotion present. That's how I liked it; my life. I had no plans to change it.
'We don't talk about fight club' - Enzo. That's what I was thinking about at the moment.
I was the quiet type, shy on occasion, and allowing myself to relax around people didn't come easy.
Enzo was the first friend I had ever made here in Seattle. I was new in the city, with nowhere to go. I skipped out on my old life, friends, and siblings. Somehow he had roped me into this scheme. One thing led to another and I was making the both of us money most nights during the week.
