He stared at the computer screen. Lines upon lines of text stared back at him, mocking him almost. He wanted to cry; he wanted to scream. With a final command of ctrl + S, he stored away the words and shut down the word processor.
He wanted what was written in those words, but had no idea how to achieve it.
YOU ARE READING
Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
