preston
"jesus, preston!" she exclaims, rushing to clean up the glass, and he's thankful that it didn't hurt either of them.
the world is beyond fuzzy now, and he's fighting to stay awake, fighting to give her a weak explanation, but the darkness is so inviting... all he wants is to just take a quick nap...
everything is black.
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the recovery project [2]
Short Storyit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.