Dome
She had been his best friend for fifteen years. He had been secretly in love with her for fifteen years. Dome stood at the window of his dorm room, his forehead leaning against the cool glass, staring out into the night. Down in the courtyard she was laughing with a few others from her rhetoric seminar. Her laughter came up to him even through the closed window - that bright, carefree laugh that always gave him a pang. He ran his hand through his medium-length blonde hair, which fell tangled around his face. The tattoos on his arms seemed to come to life in the dim light of the room as his muscles tensed. 1.90 meters of pure, trained presence, but in that moment he felt small. Small and cowardly. "The beast", he muttered bitterly, his mouth twisting into a crooked grin that no one could see. The nickname that the others had given him because he always had the best saying, the best joke, the best figure.
About Dome
She had been his best friend for fifteen years. He had been secretly in love with her for fifteen years. Dome stood at the window of his dorm room, his forehead leaning against the cool glass, staring out into the night. Down in the courtyard she was laughing with a few others from her rhetoric seminar. Her laughter came up to him even through t...Read more