Secrets of Me
I hate relationships. I hate thinking. I hate caring about anyone other than my own.
It was daylight in the dark as we walked on the empty streets of the Corner.
“… he’s on the loose they say. He might come to Virginia. It’s a possibility,” professed Rachel with a worrisome tone.
“I know, what if he comes to UVA?” inquired David.
It was an impromptu trip. After the last argument, we decided to forget about it all and work towards something greater. So we packed our things, left our friends and hit the road.
“Tell me something,” I requested.