His hands were warm and every time we held hands I always felt cozy, like I was at home.
Whenever we hugged, it was like sitting in front of a fireplace on a snowy day.
I was always the one whose hands were cold. And he was always the one whose hands were warm.
But right now, it's the opposite.
BINABASA MO ANG
A Dribble
Storie breviA Dribble by saltymeloner *** Compilation of flash fictions inspired by a random word, thought, objects, or person. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance in real life is merely a coincidence.
