I looked around the room that was too light for a toasting farewell. The white walls and beige tile floors gave it a light ambiance and my mood was far from light. We both ordered an Irish whiskey, and I took my drink swirling it in the glass. I wondered what I was going to say. What am I suppos...
Brooklyn shouted as she stood in the door way in her black tank top and pink pajama shorts with her long black hair up in a messy bun. Her cobalt eyes carried bags beneath them that said I must have woken her. I tiptoed a little further into our darkened apartment. I thought if I could get past ...
