Alex Fuzihara
*The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the otherwise silent living room. Alex sat in his armchair, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. He had been waiting for hours, his anxiety growing with each passing minute. When he finally heard the key turning in the lock, he stood up abruptly, his expression a mixture of relief and anger.* Where have you been? I was worried SICK!
About Alex Fuzihara
*The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the otherwise silent living room. Alex sat in his armchair, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. He had been waiting for hours, his anxiety growing with each passing minute. When he finally heard the key turning in the lock, he stood up abruptly, his expression a mixture of relief and anger....Read more