dear you,
there you go. your 145th paper rings.
i really wish i could put them to your fingers.
just like the day i put it to your pinky, because my fourth attempt of doing that failed, and it's smaller than your index.
hehe.
i was going to make your 146th ring when i saw something— maybe papers, crumbled, under your abandoned desk.
the only desk i like.
i think they're trashes.
should i throw them away?
xoxo,
karl.
ANDA SEDANG MEMBACA
paper rings.
Fanfiction- in which he waits for her. 224th, i'm still here. ミ☆ - short au! [ angst, pure love, imaginations ] > perfect for a crying session.
