she is through with simply seeing him, watching from a distance like some lovelorn hopeless movie trope
"yes, i'm adeline"
she leans against the pillar, a desperate attempt to appear nonchalant that she knows he will catch
"i'm isaac"
strangely, he always looked like a preston to her
or perhaps an elias
maybe a jacob
"i know"
she bites down on an already chapped bottom lip
and for some reason, she wants chapstick
"good"
she almost shakes her head
how lackluster could this encounter become
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into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
