AmericanTala

2: Never Thought I’d Curse the Day I woke up in the floor of a small wooden gondola with my head resting uncomfortably on nothing. I tried lifting my head up to see where I was, but to little avail. My neck was extremely stiff from the lack of support I had while I was out cold. What I did see when I lifted my head though, was a young black man paddling the boat standing right in front of me. “Ehh..?” was all I was able to put together. The other man checked behind himself to see my pathetic body spread across the floor. He fully turned around when he saw that I was awake. “Hey! ‘Bout time you finally came ar

1. It Doesn't Really Feel like Christmas (at all) I leaned my back against the cool brick wall and tried not to tremble too hard. I had to admit though, my nerves were still pretty shot. "It wasn't supposed to go down like that," I finally stated. "It's a little late for sorrys sweetheart," Dante replied. "Don't call me that." "Whatever." Dante proceeded to crane his neck to light a cigarette with the lighter in his hands. Once it was lit, he then walked over to join me against the brick wall of the abandoned gas station. I eyed over his six-foot-five structure. He was tanned, like he had spent many a day working under the hot sun. Dant