Jake entered the breakroom, running his hands through his hair, todays newspaper under his arm. He swallowed, before getting himself a cup of coffee and looked around, before slipping into a seat, exhausted.
He twisted the wedding band on his finger nervously as he set the coffee and the paper down, before sighing and opening the paper, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He needed a break, despite not having done much. He was stressed to his limit.
__________________ It's my song, when I'm reaching for the sky
It's my song, I'll keep walking 'til I fly
Even though this is an endless world, why is it too small for my hands?
On top of this annoying world I want to laugh |