Cruel Obsession

rain against my window pane, I have been aw

meet. I still needed to write a thousand more words. which for sak

zling, and perfect time for spen

crolled through my emails. More bills to pay, more deadlines t

the window. The rain-drenched streets were eerily quiet an

eir 9-5 jobs which means they get steady paychecks and bene

as the benefits outweigh the drawbacks. I loved the freedom it brings,

, staring blankly at my laptop screen. The cu

rst, but gained speed as hours passed by. The rain drummed agai

ve a snack, or to simply stand by the window. It was a pea

trolling to the nearby café to pick up a sandwich. The ra

cause I had come this far by mys

not get rid of that feeling of uncertainty

al situation, ordering my sandwich and sit

gh social media, and there it was, another blogger's p

to go with admiration. She h

e from my face. I didn't thi

artment I really did feel motivate

to write again with a new found passion

set, a golden light blasted over the cit

I noticed something odd. A packag

. It was the same wrapping material as

nds and felt a bit of fea

ttle note on the packag

ing close to

e was a chill in my spine, what tr

s I stood there,

it could possibly be, then hear

e need t