"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into d...
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-2nd person pov-
December 24th, Tuesday - 6:35 pm
It was Christmas Eve.
The city was calm, cold, wrapped in quiet layers of light and snow.
The kind of evening where the air bit a little at your skin, but the buzz of something warm—something good—hung underneath it all.
The kind of night that almost dared you to believe in good things.
You stood in front of your mirror, giving yourself one last look.
Not bad.
Your denim shirt hugged close and smooth down your torso, cinched just enough to curve in all the right places.
The black long-sleeved top underneath added warmth and contrast, peeking out from the open collar and sleeves.
Over it all, your zip-up sweater was snug and functional, thick enough to block out the chill but tailored enough to show you knew how to dress.
You'd pulled on a pair of tights that blended into your skin tone, just enough coverage to keep your legs from freezing without distracting from the rest.
And your boots—your favorite pair, scuffed just a little at the toes—carried just the right amount of comfort-meets-style.
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Makeup? Minimal, but clean.
Winged liner, tinted balm.
Just enough shimmer on the cheeks to make you glow like you belonged at a fireplace with a mug in hand.
Hair? Your favorite style.
The one that framed your face exactly how you liked.
