coolmacpherson

He sat at the window, staring at the moving van across the street. His vision got blurred as tears formed in his pretty blue eyes once more. He wiped the tear off his cheek. He sat there, watching. He sifted around on his chair, and when for a walk. He scuffled to the lake, and looked at himself in the water. He could still feel the hand on his shoulder from the one he loved. He grabbed at a rock beside him, and chucked it into the image of the girl. He stood up. Removing his shirt, he dived into the lake. He reappeared above the water in seconds. He wiped his nice dirty-blonde color hair off his eyes. He sat there, as many memories of better