"The night is totally black, now, except for the guardian light of the street lamps. No one is out besides me. I fold my arms, missing my army jacket's warmth, and head home quickly. It's dangerous to be out at night. But I don't run. If you run in Rimwick, something chases you." There are two rules in the small town...
Other women fall for guys. I fall for a gay. The Gay Who Stabbed Me.
Where a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013
