[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

"Ik zit vast! De deur wilt niet open." *** "Dus vertel eens. Wat doet een meisje zoals jij op het herentoilet van de bioscoop?" "Herentoilet? Je maakt een grapje zeker." "Nope." Een vaag gesprek tussen twee personen met slechte sarcastische opmerkingen. En misschien ook een beetje liefde. W a a r s c h u w i n g: Dit verhaal is echt heel erg random. Lezen op eigen risico. S p i n - o f f: Stuck in jail #1 Kort verhaal (02/07/2015)

This is the 1st story I have ever written

Story of a naive, innocent girl Shruthi and arrogant, possessive guy Krishna. Check out the story for more details ;)