⸙ ₊˚ You drew stars around my scars ... ❞
˚ · ─── folkore love triangle
:💐: ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 !!
─── ⁺◟𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬
long ago three teenagers were haunted by heart-breaking memories.
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''The echo of my heels in the office reminds me of my past, full of cardigans,porch kisses and nights in the car. But also of a chosen girl and another with a broken heart."
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I OPEN THE DRAWER with a loud thud, it has been a while since i have been on this room. I look around, searching for that one black classic dress I wore that night when I was eighteen. I move the hangers full of clothing when I see something falling from the corner of my eye, i try to catch it but I fail, so with a buff i kneel to the ground. I look at the crochet piece laying there like some dead reminder of what i forgot long ago, my old cardigan. I analize it silently; the white wool, the grey stars on the sides, each being full of unforgetfull memories... My hand trembles slightly when I catch it, heart pounding, days full of love and melancholy being welcomed again to my mind. This cardigan reminds me of a time were nothing matter more than entering to the best university, making parties with my friends and falling in love... I knew it wasn't really love and i know it now, but even though reality tried to catch my attention again, in this moment I forget about everything to get absorbed into an state of reminiscent.
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