harsh sounds of the pouring rain, immediately showers outside. Right the second Kenya had jus

rriedly place away the oversize grocery bag. In her heart she's hoping Silver might offer to take them away as usual but that clearly

oes. She was clearly one of those soprano voices. Especially when she's been running, fast walking or under pressure. Strangely her voice intend's to be more hype

definitely ne

ng in order, in a span of a minute. Putting away other necessities she carried r

s open on helping out. And she quickly remembers the glimpse of something he has on his hands. The always suspicious and secretive Kenya rapidly

Smacking all the drops as some even fled to Silver's right arm and silently slept on it. Slowly they devoured rolling down

quickly zoomed passed to his thumb and immediately her stomach intestines, tightened lik

Is that

ng born again. It's all the clear confirmation now. “So....you familiar with it?” He flatly a

eyeballs, reflecting little waters that's was aproaching to surface out, ins

dy he meets. Humbly golden brown when his sat at the deamed room, but interestingly Hazel when his exp

he colour that's there were at this moment and

id to connect to her subconscious insticts and she just immediately

onsumed by a thousands of questions that's are screaming in her head. “Did he really read it? What will I do if he did? No he didn't, damnit Keny

t foot. Hurrying like her feet we're never swollen from standing 8 hours at the Hotel. Waitressing her last shift, last night and from standing the longest Qui at the Home affairs this mo

, especially for the upcoming Valentine's day. Tangles her feet and her whole mass of the body fumbles almost trashing to Silver's exact seat but her hand stabilize's her

. She quickly tossed away her hand from his bold, mainly chest. The creeps flushing in her skin, rapidly runs through her veins as s

g walls of the lounge only for sev

k up somebody's dia

d by the unknowing of what really happened for these past hours after she left. Or perhaps this very minute she caught him glued at it. B

ess, it's all clear that it's his sweats that's were imprinted to her diary's cover. She tries to convince herself that it may be that he comes from the gym but within her inner self she's aware that's

ockets. The volume of his breathing breasking notes. His sweaty hands is the confirmation of his agitated energy. She's grasping all that while her eyes wer

hing him out as if he was never there to begin with. With

comes a concrete mud to even shift a bone forth