March//20//2019
I saw him.
He was buying cigarettes.
His hair is ragged, it looks like he'd attacked it with scissors.
I hid behind a fucking dumpster and had a goddamn panic attack - my hands are still shaking.
My blood is spilling out of the wound he tore, again.
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General Fiction"His eyes look golden in the sunlight." Xanthiel writes in a journal that's pushed onto him by his therapist. Introduce a complete asshole that he just can't seem to stop running into. Add a spontaneous roadtrip to the mix and you get one hell of...
