Freeuse: Cherie Deville __exclusive__

The Morning Commute

The doors opened. She stepped out into the rainy city, the chill air raising goosebumps on her exposed sternum. She was no one’s victim. She was the utility. The quiet, breathing fixture in the background of a dozen stories she would never bother to read. freeuse cherie deville

The alarm didn’t matter. Not really. The soft chime from Cherie’s phone was just a suggestion, a gentle nudge into a world that was already fully awake and running on its own logic. The Morning Commute The doors opened