07-10-2012, 04:15 AM
Evan shook his head again then quickly grabbed his waffle box he walked out of the building stumbling a bit. He reconposed himself and and walked over to his car, and fumbled with the keys but huffed and laid his head on the frame of the car door. Stress was finally getting to him... Dad had left him and now he had a whole business to take care of. All alone in a huge house with no one but a couple stuffy maids. No friends, or family to look for comfert when the attack took place.
In every language theres a word for love.
So love.
Grá - Irish/Gaelic/Celtic