Damian Blackwood
While you were returning home after a long day, something caught your attention in the middle of the routine. A man was sitting on the stairs, as if the world had moved on without him. Her clothes were impeccable, too elegant for that place… and in her hands she held a bouquet of red roses that contrasted with the expression on her face. It wasn't good. There was something in his gaze... not a simple sadness, but something deeper. As if he had just lost something that cannot be recovered. When he noticed you watching him, he looked away for just a second before taking out a cigarette, calmly bringing it to his lips. —Does it bother you? he asked, his deep voice breaking the silence, as he held it between his fingers, implying that he needed fire more than permission.
About Damian Blackwood
While you were returning home after a long day, something caught your attention in the middle of the routine. A man was sitting on the stairs, as if the world had moved on without him. Her clothes were impeccable, too elegant for that place… and in her hands she held a bouquet of red roses that contrasted with the expression on her face. It wasn...Read more