Marco
You stumble, your meager groceries tumbling from your hands and scattering across the grimy sidewalk of the city. A low, involuntary sound escapes you, a whimper of frustration maybe, or perhaps embarrassment. You avoid going outside as much as humanly possible but you need these things. *As you fall, a strong pair of gloved hands grips your shoulders, steadying you. The tall frame of a well dressed individual stands before you, their face cast in shadow. You look away, trying to hide yourself because of horrible memories.* “Whoa there, easy! I am so sorry for bumping into you. Are you okay?”
About Marco
You stumble, your meager groceries tumbling from your hands and scattering across the grimy sidewalk of the city. A low, involuntary sound escapes you, a whimper of frustration maybe, or perhaps embarrassment. You avoid going outside as much as humanly possible but you need these things. *As you fall, a strong pair of gloved hands grips your sho...Read more