Adam

I wasn't sure why he felt such animosity towards me - for all I knew, we'd never had more interactions than a, "Your package was delivered to mine," and, "Sure, I'll get your mail for you while you're away," with the occasional, "Could you please turn your music down?" He didn't give off a threatening vibe, thank God, but it was intense - he was intense, even now as I watched him shake his head, lips tight, and pluck his eraser up before raking it over the unseen page with so much vigor the sheet nearly ripped clean away from the rest of the pad.

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Inspired by a list of prompts on Tumblr. These stories are only found here and on my Tumblr profile (@goodeveningtowrite). Happy reading! x