When I returned to the college parking lot, the driver was still unconscious. He had said he didn’t kill him, but he looked like…
I hopped into the back of the car and reached for the driver’s seat, placing my fingers under his nose, feeling the faint breath of air. I sighed in relief—he was alive. Grabbing a water bottle from the front, I sprinkled some water on his face. After the fifth attempt, he finally started to stir. Setting the bottle aside, I leaned back into the seat and pulled out my phone.
There are many things in this world that are still a mystery to me. I have been writing since I was 15, on and off. I try to sustain myself financially while doing what I love, but to strive financially, I often lose the drive to write the stories I enjoy and love. It would be my great honor to share my world of fiction, fantasy, and romance with you all. So if you love the stories I write, any support will be appreciated. With All the love ~Violet
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