Angela Moss

Experienced writer. Mature themes 18+. Descriptive long posts Constantly looking for #MrRobot characters! RT?

touch him - but in the name of trust and comfort, she dared. "Tea, coffee?" she offered. "Juice?"she smiled again, wanting to be hospitable.

you being doing? Is your anxiety getting better?" Angela softly touched his shoulder with her smooth pale hand. It was always a risk to--

Elliot was always near to support her, and she appreciated it a lot. "It's okay, Elliot," she amused warmly and looked at him. "How have--

She sighed, but offered him a soft smile - rather genuine and relaxed, although she was being avulsed by the events happening in her life.--

not home, so settle down not being afraid of meeting someone else. "

used to dream about, and... "Elliot!" her eyes beamed - she didn't pretend; Angela was genuinely happy to see him. "Be my guest. Dad's--

out every single day, taking this binge for a true life. It wasn't, she knew this all too well. But it was a cushy life, the one people--

felt at ease. Days-off were astonishingly pleasant, especially when you could forget about duties and responsibilities you gave to carry--

Angela approached the door. Living in her dad's house was comfortable enough: her colleagues didn't know her current whereabouts, and she--

"We're pretty fucking far from okay"

" I have an idea that will change the world. I know it sounds really stupid, but I know how to do it. I think it could actually work."

Snowflake...

"You deserved the best, and I hauled you to the pit of despair".

I wanted to help.

Did I have the right to do it? Did I have the right to burst into your life like a hurricane?..