𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑯𝒊𝒎
"Well, are you coming or not?" I bit my lip nervously, silently debating what to do. Taking his hand could mean I end up dead in a ditch somewhere or I end up having the night of my life. Not taking it means I stay here, wallowing in self-pity and going home alone, sad and depressed like usual. Take a risk for once...