A Dreary Sunday
Drip drop drip drop. You walk the cold Manhattan streets the wind wipping your hair around in a frenzy. Car alarms, police sirens, and other sounds of the buisy city blare around you in an orchestra of chaos, but you can hardly hear them. So wrapped up in your own thoughts you almost didn't notice your phone vibrating.
A loud voice on other line yells things such as "what do you think you're doing?!" or "you're gonna get yourself killed!" but you dont care. You absent mindedly reply that you will be fine and that you have to do this,but thats all a lie. You didn't have to do this you didn't even know why y
A Dreary Sunday
Drip drop drip drop. You walk the cold Manhattan streets the wind wipping your hair around in a frenzy. Car alarms, police sirens, and other sounds of the buisy city blare around you in an orchestra of chaos, but you can hardly hear them. So wrapped up in your own thoughts you almost didn't notice your phone vibrating.
A loud voice on other line yells things such as "what do you think you're doing?!" or "you're gonna get yourself killed!" but you dont care. You absent mindedly reply that you will be fine and that you have to do this,but thats all a lie. You didn't have to do this you didn't even know why y