Atticus sat on his couch, fiddling with the remote.
Pressing the correct sequence of buttons that screen came to life and they saw a tale unfold. It wasn’t at all deathly romantic, it was hardcore action, a guy’s movie, but it kind of felt right.
He’d changed out of his uniform and sat in a pair of jeans and a shirt display an indie band that she hadn’t ever heard of before. His face looked nice in the glow of the television’s light, it didn’t pale or tan it just remained the same slightly olive tone.
His arm grazed her shoulders before resting there.
He looked at me and she moved the tiniest fraction closer to him as if say, it’s okay.
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Atticus and Indi.
SpiritualIndi is an atheist, vegetarian ; who orders chocolate milk from a juice bar every Wednesday. Four minutes later, she sits in a confessional sipping her milk that has been placed into a juice cup and talks of her life. On the other side of the scree...
