Literature
Overthinking
It was silent around the room, the moon lid up against the glass of the window, showing a person standing, pulling up his jeans and zipping it up. A woman, sitting up on her bed with the blanket covering her body. She got her arms around her legs and looks up at the man, his red eyes were glowing in the dark bedroom, showing her a smile that she didn't return, instead, she showed a very depressing expression that made him sit down.
She sighed.
'You vill have to get uzed to it, Maria.' He told her, reaching out his arm, placing a comfort hand on top of her head and sliding it down to the back of her hair, getting some of her hair ends under hi