Literature
The Art of Death Part 2
One week later
Ridge is laying in his bed, his face pale and eyes dark. His grievance over his lover had not yet ended, still talking it's toll. He stood, walking to the library in hopes of seeing his lover there once more. As he entered the doors he could see a difference, the once Strewn books were now neat and organized, had he done this himself and forgotten? He quickly left not wanting to know the answer. He walked down to the lab, another chance at seeing his lost love. Yet he sighed as he reached the bottom of the stairs seeing a cluttered mess as the scientist had normally left it. He walked back up the stairs, tears starting to rol
