Literature
Every Tree Has Its Splinters Part 1
“Why?”
He glared at me angrily, his usual carefree personality completely covered up by pure livid, boiling-hot rage. His lip quivered in the weight of all of the conflicting emotions surrounding him and against his will, a single liquid-crystal tear slid down his dark-tan cheek until it reached the bottom that curved to become his neck, waiting for a moment before it fell to the ground. The question, though very general, hit me like a flying brick to the face, and I was taken aback by how raw and bleeding his composure was.
“W… why?” I finally blurted out blankly, wondering the same ques