"Hey, Tim, can I ask you something?" My lips twitch into a concerned frown at the quiet voice he speaks in. "Yeah, sure." "Do you think we could be friends again?" His eyes raise to meet mine in an intense stare. Another icy chill hit my back but this time, it's not because of the wicked winter. Almost on instinct...
(Writing and posting is an ENTIRELY new thing to me, anything is subject to change really. Just posting so I'm more motivated to write.) "The pressure of being a director must have caused a decline in his mental health," was what the doctor said. Little did they know, that it was only the beginning of what was about t...