Caitlyn
EVER SINCE THE race, my mind was on auto pilot — everything about it screamed uncontrollable destruction, the gore, the sweat and rough hands. It was a dynasty filled with road rage and people were enslaved by it, I had never seen illegal races in my entire life, but I wasn't the one for it.
So, I came back to my element. After a quiet morning stroll to uncover the hidden corners of the neighborhood, I stopped in front of an antique library shop, a deep sense of comfort settled in when I was around the books, my eyes scanning the shelves for a good read.
"Can't believe it, you're here." I spun around and heard the familiar voice, meeting his caramel colored eyes.
"I like to read sometimes," I pointed to the book, The Girl Behind The Gates, and he smiled warmly, "what are you do
