Almostgay Stories

what happens on a thursday afternoon, stays on a thursday afternoon

He broke everything, everything in Vera's room. The bed was in pieces, it was a mess. The table was flipped over on its side, pages all over the floor. The window was open, blowing the pages everywhere. It looked smashed like someone was full of rage. Vera started to look around and found some black cover on the floor. Almost everything started piecing together, those pages were from her journal.

I have no idea what the fuck this is about so just go with the flow (that actually cringed me out)