Holiday Cheer.
Josh Franceschi | Max Helyer
He glared at the presents under said tree. A few from his bandmates, a few from his parents, one from Elissa. He’d been staring in their direction all day and still had no motivation to open them. What was the use? What he wanted wouldn’t be in there anyway. You couldn’t fit that in a box.
Word count: 782. Written for this.
He glared at the presents under said tree. A few from his bandmates, a few from his parents, one from Elissa. He’d been staring in their direction all day and still had no motivation to open them. What was the use? What he wanted wouldn’t be in there anyway. You couldn’t fit that in a box.
Word count: 782. Written for this.