Love is the Slowest Form of Suicide (PG-13)

[doggie_dreams]

But tired nonetheless.

I rested against the hood of Brady’s car, my feet crossed in front me. My eyes were narrowed in thought, but I had my sunglasses on with the specific purpose of hiding them. There was a cigarette between my fingers and a drink in my hand, probably a Smirnoff. I’d just grabbed something out of the fridge before we came

Comments

[anonymous]

hm... *raises eyebrow* interesting.

[doggie_dreams]

....might I ask who this is?

[geminispaz65]

oh, ok. well all right then.