Hey children, would you be interested if I wrote a story about my jerk detective Tom Hunter? (Great name I know-)
One person who follows me has seen this already, and just note this is heavily exaggerated on purpose. I just wanna see if anyone is interested-
In a dimly lit room stood two brothers. The shorter one held himself up on weak legs, unable to control the crystalline tears that fell from his freckled cheeks. His brother on the other hand, stood tall and had a confident air around him, though it was tainted by a cold discomfort. “Tom, you have to let me go.” As the tear droplets dripped down his delicate skin, he grimaced at his brother’s words, “Fredrick, I /can’t/.”