Why do I feel like something's missing? Why do I feel like
I'm going to be staring at this damn board year after year
trying to achieve . . . what? Another trophy? Another title? A
legacy?
The thoughts kept at him. Chipping into his mind. His soul.
His heart. The tension mounting and spilling over onto his
surface as he grit his teeth and clenched his fist around the
whistle that dangled around his neck.
A knock on the door kindly quelled the internal riot in his
mind.
"It's open." Ethan responded. His eyes exchanging glances
from the white board in front of him to the form looming in
his door frame as it swung open. It was Tiffany.
YOU ARE READING
Light house
General FictionIt's a love story.. and there is also adult things.. so don't tell me i didn't warn u.. ^_^
