i picked up a few pebbles, lying in the sea of stones that guarded an elegant fountain in the middle of the garden.
after tiptoeing to the back of the house, i gently threw the rocks at her window.
thud.
no answer.
thud.
still no answer.
thud.
"jesus christ, michael, what the hell are you doing?"
her dark hair was held back in a short ponytail, and the moonlight reflected off of her; she looked like an angel in disguise.
"anoushka! you just practically swore!"
my voice was higher as i shouted in a whisper.
"well, if you were rudely disturbed from a good dream you would be angry too. spill it, clifford."
"do you want to go for a slushie?"
Her eyes sparkled and her laugh sounded like heaven.
"ill be down in five."
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wrapped around your finger || mgc
Fanfiction“You were mine for a night, I don't know how to say goodbye.”
