Charles H. Roast
Joined December 2019
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When The Spirit Dies
Him He quietly crawled into bed, hoping his movements didn't disturb her. It wouldn't be the first time she scolded him for disrupting her rest. He looked over at her silhouette, covered by the expensive purple and gold comforter that she insisted she needed. Her back faced him, as it usually did at night, in bed. She didn't show any sign she knew he was there, but then again, she rarely did.
By Charles H. Roast7 months ago in Humans