Mark sighed as he sat in his living room, bored, with no one to talk to. Some company. It was all he wanted. Although unknown to him, that was exactly what he'd be getting later on.....
As I walked into the room his eyes burned holes into my chest. He was clearly pissed off and I loved every moment of it. I'm tired of being a 'good girl'
This story will be written differently from any of my other stories. A different writing style, Complete freeness to imagine Yn as her own person, and slower paced. If you like it vote on it so I know to keep writing.