"His eyes - oh, God, his eyes - were an entirely different story. Staring into his eyes was like staring into the summer sky just before the sunset came, before the yellow, pink, and purple clouds came to fog up your vision. They were the definition of a cloudless sky, a clear river seen running through a wide field o...
The night holds many dark things...especially in Ireland. Mark moved to Ireland to get away from America, to start new and build up his channel even more. But one night, after a harsh break up, he goes for a walk. A walk at twilight. But he meets someone he wishes he never did.
To be honest, I wrote this when I was inexperienced and just gonna put it out there. This story will contain: -Plot Holes...a lot -Spelling Errors -Grammar Errors -A bunch of feminist sh*t -Very 'Edgy/Emo' protagonist -My cringy emo thirteen year old self venting about some asshole that nobody cares about... Don't rea...