with knuckles still halfheartedly tapping against the door, abelβs head tipped forward to rest his forehead beside it. the overall drabby look of his demeanor offset the small smile that graced his lips ; or at least abel had to hope as much. he couldnβt be soΒ outwardly happy. β ethan. β in his usual air of dramatics, he spoke through the wood, β my stomachβs literally deteriorated by at least half its size from the walk over here .. if you donβt open up this door in three seconds, iβm not even gonna haveΒ a stomach to fill. β @bcrkes












