The evening following his shift, Jason continued his wondering of Reyna. She was simply gorgeous. She had a simple presence to her. The long blonde hair that was obviously neglected. The wide brown eyes, bordered with soft lashes, brushing her pale cheeks when blinking. She was...like nothing he had ever seen.
"Great." He said with a sigh, leaning back in his armchair. He was presently at his apartment, the floor littered with an assortment of clothing items, from shoes to shirts to pants to socks. He had a small tv in the corner that cost more than it was used. His laptop sat on a makeshift desk, crafted together by spare Legos, scrap wood, and duct tape. Currently he twisted around in his rolling office chair, found at a yard sale, because, well, he really needed to get off the floor. His bed was again makeshift, of pillows, a sleeping bag, and an orange rug. His thoughts were consumed of angles of Reyna's freckled face, slightly chubby cheeks, and captivating golden hair.
"Just great." He was falling for her.
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Greeting Insanity
General FictionI find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes...
