chris al-asiri – My Writing

Vignettes IX

Chris wasn’t entirely pleased with his current lot in life, but he knew his hand had been forced on the threat of

It was near dawn when they had finished, the pulls of sleep claiming them both. Well, at least it was starting to

*Note: This would be taking place the same night we are to finish playing things out. Petra had noted a text from

Chance was flipping the piece of paper Jett had given him a few days ago over and over in his hand, thinking.