i walk her home after that,
smiling to myself when she allows me to twist my fingers into hers.
her house is a dark brown
with closed blinds and dead grass.
"thank you," she turns to me, smiling softly.
"are you sure you're going to be okay?" i ask.
she shrugs. "well, no. but i'm used to not being okay."
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
gravity. ★ p.l. | ✔️
Fanfic"what's the difference between a firefly and a waterfall?" "everything. they're complete opposites."
