Vanessa's POV
I couldn't help but feel so heavy as I stared at the ceiling of my room, the fan spinning, but my mind was somewhere else
Marcel, I hadn't seen him for a while, I knew that I was the one who needed things but why do I feel like the one left behind, stop it Vanessa, no more fleeting thoughts Vanessa, you’re free aren’t you? I thought to myself before I sighed loudly, picking myself up from the sulking, I had another hearty workday at the club, knowing I was a night owl got ready for club paradise.
It wasn't a bad place to work if you count out the drug deals the perverted gazes from the customers, it librating in away.
I couldn't help but sulk under the showers as the hot liquid rained down on my down figure waking me up instantly as I scrubber the other night away
Mar
