Description
Lonely and lost, I knew I had to leave, even though I didn’t know where I was headed.
Driving without a purpose, I let the roads lead. I was just a shell of my former self, devoid of feelings.
Hoping I’d find the missing pieces of myself along the way.
Then I saw him —those menacing deep brown eyes, and an air around him that was formidable. I knew that picking up a hitchhiker was a dangerous thing to do, but I was desperate.
Desperate for what, you ask?
To feel.
Driving without a purpose, I let the roads lead. I was just a shell of my former self, devoid of feelings.
Hoping I’d find the missing pieces of myself along the way.
Then I saw him —those menacing deep brown eyes, and an air around him that was formidable. I knew that picking up a hitchhiker was a dangerous thing to do, but I was desperate.
Desperate for what, you ask?
To feel.
Détails du livre
Format
Kindle
Pages
165 pages
Langue
Anglais
Publié
avr. 27, 2015
Éditeur
Stacy Borel
Éditions
2 éditions