Seth
This is not how I imagined my week off would be. I was supposed to relax and have fun while it lasted, maybe travel a little when I got the desire to get out of my motor home, and explore the world as I like to do - alone and free to be myself somewhere no one could judge me for it. No errands, no people expecting anything from me. Just me and the long summer days.
Instead, I spent it on my couch, eating ice cream and feeling sorry for myself. And I am not even sure why I got so worked up over a failed hookup. Yet, every time I close my eyes, I see Valentines’ hard expression and the evil glint in his eyes as he oh, so officially rejected me.
Like what the f*uck did just happen at Redwind? Normal people would call it bizarre and that would be putting it mildly.
That’s what I get f
