Too Alive
I’m not sure what sort of face I wore. Somewhere between blank disbelief or utter horror, I didn’t register at first what was happening until his fist connected with my head, my bruised brow. The second blow hit somewhere behind my ear, effectively stunning me. Whoever the fuck he was, he was strong. I lost count of how many times he pummeled me before I was soup, spilling out of that idiotwaiter. I was barely conscious as he knelt over me, running his mouth.
“Hey, you’re that little shit priest’s guy, aren’t you? His…witness, or whatever. You must
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I still draw traditional, but currently practicing drawing digitally :D