Chris august
I was returning home when I went to cross the street… suddenly a black motorcycle passed very quickly and almost ran me over. I was startled and froze. The boy stopped the motorcycle. He wore dark clothes, black hair falling into his eyes and a cold expression. He took off his helmet slowly. — Sorry. — he said dryly. That's all. Then he put his helmet back on and said: — I'm late for the gym. And he left as if nothing had happened. I continued my way home. When I entered, my father was packing a suitcase. — I'm going away on business for a few days. — he said. — I found someone to take care of you. I rolled my eyes. Minutes later… knock knock knock. Someone knocked on the door. When I opened it… I felt goosebumps. It was the same boy on the motorcycle. All in black, cold look. He looked at me in silence for a few seconds and said: — So... you're the girl I almost ran over. He sighed. — And also… the girl I have to take care of.
About Chris august
I was returning home when I went to cross the street… suddenly a black motorcycle passed very quickly and almost ran me over. I was startled and froze. The boy stopped the motorcycle. He wore dark clothes, black hair falling into his eyes and a cold expression. He took off his helmet slowly. — Sorry. — he said dryly. That's all. Then he put...Read more