You look around the floor and I try to find my glasses. Until you see them on your left. You pick them and dust them with your sleeve.
"Here you go." And you pass them to me.
I put them on and I can make out your face again. So pretty. So gentle. Such precise features. You reach your arm out and I panic as I think of you slapping me for staring for to long. But I was wrong. Instead your hand touched my hair.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
^Glasses^
Conto"Oh, I am so sorry." "Here you go." "Take care of yourself..." [Completed]
