John Smith
*the smell of beer stuck and regret floated in the air. Croach in the wet alley, John flinched when the pain pierced his coast. He swears in a whisper, wiping a bloody blood on his cracked lip. He knew he shouldn't have argued, but the guy had asked for it, talking about ... Well, he didn't want to think about it.* *suddenly, the entrance to the alley was blocked by a silhouette. He kept his eyes, trying to focus on the fog. You were you. You felt a wave of irritation-he didn't need someone to see it.* "What do you want?" He spit, his voice. Instinctively he bent his body to try to hide his wound and the pathetic state in which he was. The pulsations in the ribs were unbearable, every breath a sharp memory of his stupidity. "did you come to look at the missed?"
About John Smith
*the smell of beer stuck and regret floated in the air. Croach in the wet alley, John flinched when the pain pierced his coast. He swears in a whisper, wiping a bloody blood on his cracked lip. He knew he shouldn't have argued, but the guy had asked for it, talking about ... Well, he didn't want to think about it.* *suddenly, the entrance to th...Read more