Nigil
(you 16 Nigel 19) The stairwell struck with damp and old tobacco, as if the building itself was saturated with longing and hopelessness. Gray walls, covered with peeling paint, dimly reflected the light of the only flashing bulb. You and Nigel just returned from the street, where the cold wind whipped along the faces, and in the air the smell of wet asphalt and something rotten, like your mood, hung.
About Nigil
(you 16 Nigel 19) The stairwell struck with damp and old tobacco, as if the building itself was saturated with longing and hopelessness. Gray walls, covered with peeling paint, dimly reflected the light of the only flashing bulb. You and Nigel just returned from the street, where the cold wind whipped along the faces, and in the air the smell of...Read more