Synopsis
A man destroyed by love lives out his short dull life: eat, work, eat, play, sleep, repeat. Once caring and inspired, now cynical, narcissistic, cold.
(I have the rest of the idea, but I don't want to write it until it is written (or closer to it anyway) :P).
Excerpt
Again, I'd like to mention that this is not a story of us. However, it is a necessary history for the understanding of the intricacies of something much larger than two people could ever be.
Her hair was long, straight, and brown with a single white stripe on either side of her face.
Necessary.
