After the WarPaulie dropped the items into a battered cardboard box as he found them.After the War by sogekiou
A belt. A comb. A varied collection of elastic bands. A ripped shirt that still smelled of -him-.
It wasn't much. Lucci had been meticulous. That his passage through Paulie's life could be reduced to this small box of forgotten odds and ends was... disheartening. And Paulie didn't have a lot of heart left to lose. He stared down into the box, jaw clenched and shoulders hunched. His teeth bit into his cigar and he snatched up the box and flung it at the wall. The sound of impact was short, muffled, unsatisfying...
He kicked one leg of the coffee table--- and then he had the edge of it in his hands. He heaved it over, and the resounding crash was worth the searing pain in his shoulders and chest. Tears sprang to his eyes and he set one foot against the back of the couch and shoved. It rocked and then slammed onto the ground. The force of his kick sent him sprawling in the opposite direction, and he hit the floor wit
hello! my name is rachel!|
i don't post any art but i love viewing other peoples creations!! c: