months passed by, and soon enough, it was january 3rd again, for what seemed to be the twenty second time in arlecchino's life.
as stupid as it sounded, she was waiting for (name)'s response. they had talked and talked for days on end, subconsciously filling the once empty cavity her heart held.
but it's useless to be in love and feel your heart squeezing in your ribcage when the only person that makes you feel that way doesn't even have that specific organ of their own, isn't it ?
YOU ARE READING
LOSING YOU
Fanfictioni was so focused on not losing you i didn't realise i already had arlecchino / reader
