Moments had soon turned into hours as my waiting twisted into thinking.
Thinking about the man whom asked me those questions which led me to betray one of my few friends.
Although his looks were impressive, my thinking time had led me to believe that I wasn't attracted to him in that way. Maybe it was his personality.
Before I could reach a proper verdict, the door forcefully opened and horrifyingly revealed the scarred face of Tomas.
His eyes were targeted at me with a rage filled squint and his hateful words tumbled out of his small, faint lips. His face was coloured with new bruises, hiding his permanent scar above his left eyebrow. His greasy, dark hair fell over his face, almost hiding the brilliant blue eyes.
Shocked, I sat still in my chair, shrinking away from the possible danger that began decreasing the distance between us. Two men in uniforms hurried to my rescue and subdued Tomas before any physical harm was done.
However, after that encounter, I learned to be careful with what I say.
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Bottled Emotions
General FictionMy world is slightly different to yours, in a way which is hard to explain. Firstly, in my world you can buy bottled emotions, which are basically like a liquid drug in the government's eyes. Secondly, said government uses these emotions as an inter...
