Status: finito : )
57 Hilton Street
It’s sunset, and Jack is sitting in his car on Alex’s driveway, attempting to get the rusty old thing running. Alex just stands there in the doorway, useless. He’s chewing his lip and wiping his eyes, his crazy brown hair stuck out at all angles.
He’s nothing but helpless when Jack finally gets his car running and drives away. He shuts his front door on the world and slides down the whitewashed wood surface, mumbling to himself.
Alex just lost his everything.
And he has no idea how to get it back.
He’s nothing but helpless when Jack finally gets his car running and drives away. He shuts his front door on the world and slides down the whitewashed wood surface, mumbling to himself.
Alex just lost his everything.
And he has no idea how to get it back.