Our eyes were locked for several minutes. The tension thickened around us as someone came up to clean the table. I quickly looked away, feeling another wave of guilt, even though I didn’t know the story behind his scars. I didn’t know how he truly felt about them—he looked unbothered. But the ice-cold gaze he gave whenever he saw a cigarette made me wonder if he was more human than most people I had met.
I was the first to look away.
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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