The sun was really bright. Or maybe it was just him. It felt itchy on his skin for a while. Like a million tiny needles pressing against his skin, struggling to find their way to the revolting turbulence beneath.
The sun was really bright. Or maybe it was just him. It felt itchy on his skin for a while. Like a million tiny needles pressing against his skin, struggling to find their way to the revolting turbulence beneath.