Thomas pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a slow exhale. He looks pensive and tired and …. I could not find the f***s to give. My arms fold on my chest and I lean all my weight on one of my legs as I watch him.
“You look like s**t. Suits you.” I comment with a fake smile.
His eyes open slowly and I can see the way the wheels in his head turn the other way, a mindless anger building within him slowly. I can see the struggle. The struggle of making me his enemy. The struggle to treat me as nothing but a piece of meat he could use to let go of his frustration. But something tells me that if it were his plan, I would have been not running my mouth like this right now. He’d have made sure I would not be able to use my mouth for anything else than blowing him…
There is a darkness in
