Wasting Time
Description
howon is always surrounded by people.
but he'd rather be alone despite the fact that when he finally gets to be alone, he needs someone beside him.
Foreword
The way the blade was always cold on his wrist.
The way the hair on his arms rose from the metal.
The way the rain fell gently on his roof.
The way his house was always empty.
It was always the same.
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