I've had my fair share of falling from things. Buildings, helicopters, rock ledges, sidewalks, even my own desk.But as the years slipped through my fingers, the falls got harder to deal with. Some days I didn't care, others I started crying. But then a day came where i fell so hard, I'm still trying to recover. It wasn't a fall from love, no, I could deal with that. What I couldn't deal with was my fall from reality. I slowly started slipping away into the dangerous realm that was my own head.
The worst part was that soon after, everybody started to notice. And when a group of Turks all notice the same thing, thing go sour for the person who's being regarded as suspicious. Elena tends to bother me more when she thinks something's wrong; she hasn't said a word to me in three weeks. Rude has said even less to me in a month (I didn't even think that was possible). Even Tseng hasn't had anything to say to me(which again, didn't think was possible, Tseng's always got something to yell at me for.)
I'm honestly starting to think that I've gone insane. The worst part of this all is that I've started to accept my dive into this cesspool of insane god knows what that is my thoughts...
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Short StoryI had a crazy idea in my head... and i think it will actually work out this time... people kept asking me, "why don't you have more of Reno?" So I thought about it for an hour, and came up with this. A collection of the sexy redhead we simply cann...
