❝The smell of you still clings to my sheets. I refuse to wash them, it would be like washing away the memories of you.❞
YOU ARE READING
Sloane, [DISCONTINUED]
Romance❝I've spilled all these meaningless words across a page, in hopes that it'll get me somewhere. Well they've definitely gotten me somewhere; I've finally washed those sheets, Sloane. Your scent is finally gone, and I think it's time to move on.❞ ...
Sloane,
❝The smell of you still clings to my sheets. I refuse to wash them, it would be like washing away the memories of you.❞