Habits 3

<< Habits 2 This couldn't be real. Cherry was only twenty-six, much too young and alive to suddenly be dead. I could still hear her voice, smell her perfume, touch her. I did all that just hours ago. Yury. I heard my name being called, but couldn't respond. I…

Habits 2

<< Habits 1 "Sir, sir!" A boy's voice grew louder near me. "Sir!" I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulders, and shake my body. I opened my eyes. A boy stood in front of me, his eyes wide open. "You've been in the train for two hours,…

Habits 1

A loud, continuous knock on my front door woke me up. I opened my eyes into the darkness, my mind still in a daze. Before my vision could adjust, the second series of knocking started. I looked at the clock on my bed stand. It was just shy of four a.m.…