despite the bounds on his wrist, he still struggled. He knew fairly well that he wasn’t getting anywhere but he needed to feel like he was trying and maybe, just maybe, if he continued long enough, he’d be free
she sat at the windowsill watching the rain fall down. it was cliche, she thought, to compare her tears to the rain. The rain seemed to pour out of the sky while the salt water on her face was finally drying up.