Rosabella Wild
Joined May 2021
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Him.
My eyes were wide, wider than usual. They darted, backward and forwards, backwards and forwards. They didn’t rest for more than a second, I took in as much as I could, in as little time as possible. My surroundings felt different, maybe a little tense. I glanced to the left, I saw a glass of wine (the usual), then my eyes shot right, my phone and car keys, I think I drove here … but where am I?
By Rosabella Wild3 years ago in Psyche