:𝓢𝓾𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷: 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢

ᏰᎬᎯᏬᎿᎨᎰᏬᏝ ᏰᏝᏬᎬ

Maybe, the girl would love her just as she loved her. Maybe the tie between the two, wouldn't break. Maybe, the line was thick enough to last. Maybe, it was tied tight enough. Tied tight enough that their bond wouldn't break. The hopefullness wouldn't fail, she wanted to believe she'd love her too. Her eyes reminded the girl of the beach. The waves, a calm beach. A beach in which brought peace to those who stayed. Her beautiful blue eyes, piercing if looked at for to long. Her beautiful blue eyes like Chrysocolla. Such a beautiful blue to the girl. Her gaze only bringing comfort, something the dark girl wasn't used to. A simple gaze, one she fell in love with. Oh, if only the beautiful girl loved her like that. Mesmerized whenever she look her way; drowning in the beautiful blue. 'Bringing comfot to those who stayed' the dark girl couldn't have been more grateful to have stayed.