A whiteboard, two people.
A person who waits, a person who can never wait.
Look out the window and then around you, two worlds.
I'd rather we didn't have a tacit understanding or anything like that, so you don't have to wait any longer.
Is there a tacit understanding gone wrong? Even when your body is cold and pitch black, you still haven't come back...
A story about a policeman and a landlord, adapted from a school composition. Please forgive the shortcomings and take a bow.
Conception: