Date = 12 June
These days, time either flies or stands still. And I’m not sure which one is worse.
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)
POV - Enrique
The corridor feels endless, my boots striking the polished wood floor in a rhythm that only fuels the anger storming through me. The air reeks faintly of stale alcohol and cleaning solvent, clashing with the scent of fried bacon wafting in.
With every step I take, my chest feels tighter, like I’m swallowing fire. If I don’t counterbalance these raging feelings with some physical pain, I’m going to blow soon. I know I am.
But cutting myself won’t do it this time.
Right about now, I seriously need to hit something, and I need that something to hit back. Hard.
I burst into the VIP section.
There they are — parked at the bar like they’re brun
