the moment i could, i'd probably leave. but every time i tried to leave without looking back, you'd wake up. bed head sticking out in every direction, sleep still playing at your honeysuckle eyes. tummy exposed as you stretched, and you'd ask where i was going. and i'd say, 'to get breakfast'. get your head straight, damn it.
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General Fictiona short story, based around the song 'sober' by bazzi. --- in which, he questions if he'll still love you when he's sober. --- i do not own the cover, all credit goes to the original artist :)
