Trauma, Indie
THREE SIX
A silent night covered in cold, the occasional glare of the slow wind ambushed, sweeping across the pretty face. Flory was pensive on the balcony chair, looking at her cell phone screen.
A message he got from someone who wanted to kill him yesterday. Billy, the girl sent him a message and I don't know if there's any wind that Billy would contact her.
About how Liam treated Billy like a queen, yeah ... Liam's good, Liam ain't never...