"Probably. That means I'll take my leave" He purred, opening the window and looking down. He nodded, only on the second floor, he blew a kiss to Inge and jumped, catching himself with ease before beginning to walk.
Have you ever felt yourself slipping underneath the solid surface and losing oxygon while nobody tries o help you? Some people will stop to start and maybe make conversation about how thats even possible, before turning into disgust and leaving you there, while some people will kick and kick at your hands, trying to make you lose your grip. Every day is a battle and we have begun to lose, my friends. We're losing to those school halls and those abusive homes. We're slipping away.