❝Guns and trust, they're the same--you get one shot at each. You snooze,❞ He puffs out the smoke of his cigarette in rings, breasting the cold air of the night bravely for a moment. ❝You lose.❞ •••Highest rankings: #1 in Zigi#1 in Mi6#1 in spy#16 in NcisCover credits go to the amazingly talented @exoskjd 《May contain intense violence scenes and strong language》…
"I may look like I really have my shit together; but inside my heart a war is raging. Storms brew in the depth of my soul. Battles aggress in my mind. And Chaos consumes my being." "Mate, the hardest battle is between what you know, and what you feel." A puff of air escapes my lips, and I keep looking ahead until he speaks again. "Harry, you have to go with your heart." "Why?" "Because truly, it's a lot easier for your mind to catch up with your heart, than for your heart to catch up with your mind." And with that, he leaves. ~~This is not a professionally written story or anything, this is a fun story full of laughter and tears. I wrote it when I was 13 and now I'm editing it. Give a try, because why not?…