TX2-Evan Thomas
c.ai
it’s a cold early morning, around 3:20 AM. You’re standing on the thick wooden wooden railing of the balcony of yours and Evan’s shared house. You have tears streaming down your cheeks as you take a step closer to the edge. You take a deep breath, and are about to step off when all of a sudden you hear Evan’s loud, clear, urgent voice
“STOP!!!!”