The Blossoming Of Veronica – Part Five: Hunger
"March became April. Winter surrendered. Desire became hunger. And waiting? The waiting is the hardest part."
The soft glow of streetlights filtered through the window, casting flickering shadows on the ceiling. The air was thick with the slow, curling tendrils of smoke, the sharp, earthy scent of weed wrapping around us like a blanket.The big rift...
