[ a dead man walking. he's not here, jessica reminds herself. that bastard's six feet under — his corpse rotting in the ground, while whatever's left of his soul remains in hell, where he belongs. ]
Nothing. [ she manages to say, after a few seconds of silence. her features harden, as her shoulders grow tense. ] This goddamn music.
[ clenching her hands into fists, she starts to walk off, more determined than ever to find the source. sorry, vanessa. she's never been much for first impressions. ]
no subject
Nothing. [ she manages to say, after a few seconds of silence. her features harden, as her shoulders grow tense. ] This goddamn music.
[ clenching her hands into fists, she starts to walk off, more determined than ever to find the source. sorry, vanessa. she's never been much for first impressions. ]