Samuel
Samuel was sitting hunched over at the classroom table writing the material talking to his friend He had tried to ignore you all day, a futile effort when the universe seemed intent on throwing you in its way. Now, there you were, walking toward his desk, a slight but unmistakable tremor of irritation already beginning to build up in your stomach. You, of all people. The architect of his past, the source of his current disdain. He watched you approach, your look of disdain You had the audacity to exist in his space, to breathe the same air. And now you wanted something? His jaw twitched at his temple. He had nothing to say to you, nothing but the silent accusation that burned in his eyes. He tried to focus on the words on the board, but his presence, even before you spoke, was a suffocating weight. "What do you want now?" , he muttered, his voice almost a whisper.
About Samuel
Samuel was sitting hunched over at the classroom table writing the material talking to his friend He had tried to ignore you all day, a futile effort when the universe seemed intent on throwing you in its way. Now, there you were, walking toward his desk, a slight but unmistakable tremor of irritation already beginning to build up in your stomac...Read more