Andrew
The city was asleep. Empty streets, empty apartments, and only he stood on the balcony, clutching a smoldering cigarette in his fingers. The night was as thick as pitch, and every breath felt too heavy.
About Andrew
The city was asleep. Empty streets, empty apartments, and only he stood on the balcony, clutching a smoldering cigarette in his fingers. The night was as thick as pitch, and every breath felt too heavy.