"I said, 'No one has to know what we do'
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room
And his voice is a familiar sound
Nothing lasts forever
But this is getting good now.
He's so tall and handsome as hell
He's so bad, but he does it so well
And when we've had our very last kiss
My last request it is..."
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| 𝒜𝓁𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓉𝒽𝓎𝓂𝒾𝒶, F. W.
FanfictionAlexithymia (n.) The inability to express your feelings // Based on HP and the Globet of fire, can imagine Arya Heeler as y/n
