Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31532017-20170215123526

“What have I gotten myself into.”

Dwayne mumbled, a small stream of water ran down his cherry red cheeks as he sat above his resting place. His solitary exclusion was intruded as the door leading to the bathroom, creaked forward. Spinning his head around, his eyes met those of almond shaped ones.

A woman stepped forth, her silky hair lifted as breeze followed her from the glass pane and into the room. Strolling closely and particularly with grace, her finger skimmed across the king-sized bed as she headed towards the pensive figure. Before leaping over it and shifting ever closer towards the young lad. Moving like a feline, with her tongue rolling like a viper, and her bottom protruded like a whore before embracing him in her arms. “What's wrong, Hun?”

“I shouldn't be doing this Thalia,” said Dwayne as he moved his hand, right over hers.

“Why shouldn't you,” Thalia exclaimed as she used her other appendage to wipe off his tears. “I thought this was what you always wanted, my big Dwayne.”

“Yes, but,” Dwayne sighed before continuing, “It's complicated.”

Upon hearing that, Thalia's eyes widen; her cheerful smile broke off and she paused for a moment before uttering, “What do you mean?” As she looked up and stared out into the apartment's window, thoughts of her life's worst moments had hit like a truck on the street. Her reflection paved away, revealing her heavily disfigured face that truly stood, behind the layers of the one she had at the time being.

Winding her head down and back into his sights once more, she said, “Guess you noticed, huh?” As her frown angled upside down, with crimson red drooling down from her sockets. 