Free Will by Kayla O'Connell
hat was it like?” He looked at her with tired eyes, wondering if he should have put the question off until morning; she looked away, shrugged his hand off of her hair. It was clear that the answer, she wanted to keep to herself. “When...” “You know...” “You don’t want to say it.” “No.” “Were you there?” she asked. “I was.” He gave her a glass of water and it tasted like light. ...click here to READ MORE