He paused, smiling drunkenly up at the afternoon sun. The bright light only emphasised the dark creases beneath his eyes, the dry skin on his lips. He spread his arms wide, soaking up the warmth on his pale skin. As he stood, making a spectacle of himself in the otherwise peaceful alleyway, Torianna found herself wondering of his health. Perhaps he, the indestructible boy who worked through the night and drank three whiskeys at ten in the morning, was not so indestructible after all.
I’m slowly getting to know Rueben












