- KILLIAN -
It’s my least favourite day of the week. I groan as I stare at the coffee machine in my kitchen disperse coffee in my mug. Thursday, anyone would’ve guessed.
My typical meeting with Asami to have a discussion with S, her boss, more like a co-alliance, holds today. The thought is draining, but I try not to think too deep about it, or it would be the one thing cutting the thin thread stopping me from depression.
A warm, half grin forms on my face and I move my hand forward to the coffee machine. My fingers rest on the handle of my coffee mug. I can feel the heat oozing out on my skin without my fingers coming in contact with the mug body.