ᴡɪɴᴅᴡᴀᴠᴇꜱ | ʜ.ꜱ
In which Mary's story unmarkably happens to fall into the hands of a two-week never ending writers block. Two years passes, and she so happens to turn up the radio volume in her grandmother's borrowed Mercedes Benz. - "And why is that?" "I think i find comfort in talking to strangers. The fact that I'll never see the...