She doesn’t talk about mundane things like other girls, and every time she speaks, it tickles in the way my mind works
"The world seems to slow, the noise of the street fading into a dull roar. This is no paranoid fantasy. This is the ghost, made flesh, pedaling through the night."
man, your writing is always great, and I love that story! Great work!
Thank you so much, Nick! <3
He prepared for the enemy.
His father arrived instead.
And the worst part
is that his father
was also the enemy —
just the one
he could never bring himself
to fight.
— AËLA
Thank you AELA <3
"The world seems to slow, the noise of the street fading into a dull roar. This is no paranoid fantasy. This is the ghost, made flesh, pedaling through the night."
man, your writing is always great, and I love that story! Great work!
Thank you so much, Nick! <3
He prepared for the enemy.
His father arrived instead.
And the worst part
is that his father
was also the enemy —
just the one
he could never bring himself
to fight.
— AËLA
Thank you AELA <3