𝐹𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔

10 2 6
                                    




𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝,
𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.
𝙼𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑.
𝙸 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.
𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: "𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐." 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.
𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚢.
𝙸 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍.











[It was at the train station lmao]

☁️07:46 pm☁️









~

𝐺𝑢𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖Where stories live. Discover now