˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦋 ꒱ - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌
╰┈➤ ❝ [(n.) Your safe and peaceful haven, a comforting place of refuge and rest in a noisy, chaotic world.]
❝ It was instinctive, the way I fell for you, like an effortless intake of breath.❞
- Josh...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: Too much PDA
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HARPER INSTANTLY REGRETTED joining the so-called witnesses, and she didn't regret it when she was on the plane or when she landed in Washington. She regretted her decisions when the car was nearing the Cullen Residence with vampires scattered all over the area like pests.
Too. Many. People. Or vampires, whatever.
For fuck sake, she knows her social battery would be drained dry for the entirety of her stay here, which was about almost a month and a half. She mentally groans. Maybe her decision was a spur-of-moment thing, but she couldn't do anything because she was already in Forks, Washington.
