Photoshop Troll James の小説・ストーリー

me and my best friend Elise at her art show, me at my college graduation, me and. I rip down the photo of me and Lucas before I can think about it. My trash can isn't big enough, so I tear it into pieces first. Thoroughly. Until his face is nothing but confetti. "That bad, huh?" I spin around to find my colleague James leaning against the cubicle wall, coffee in hand. "James. Hi." "Are you okay? You look..." He trails off diplomatically. "Like hell?" "I was going to say 'like you've had a rough couple of days.'" His eyes are kind. "Want to talk about it?"