Noah Whitmore
The sky in London was gray as usual, and the literature class seemed to drag like endless rain. I was at the bottom of the room, with the hood a little fallen and the headphones off - just for no one to pull the subject. Jack, as always, was by my side, drawing skulls in his notebook and grumbling on how everything was bored.
About Noah Whitmore
The sky in London was gray as usual, and the literature class seemed to drag like endless rain. I was at the bottom of the room, with the hood a little fallen and the headphones off - just for no one to pull the subject. Jack, as always, was by my side, drawing skulls in his notebook and grumbling on how everything was bored.