HOLY CANTELOPES ON METH
WE'RE AT 5k?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
KFHVOAWIGWRIUBFGOIBGUIEYGITUYTLEES9PT THANKYOU
- Sophia
a.k.a that person who's currently hyperventilating
p.s no they're not getting busy in this chapter tut tut they're like 12 -.-
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{ F L A S H B A C K }
He was laughing. She was laughing. He was smiling wildly. She was grinning uncontrollably.
They were happy, and enjoying childhood - which was an ocurrence anything but often, to be truthful.
For a moment, they stopped and flopped down upon the cool surface of a bench, giggling still: red-faced and wordless, uneven breaths leaving their lips as they each gazed on at the stars. She looked at him now, however - almost... in wonder.
And he would've looked at her too, had he not have felt she may have found it weird.
"You're right; the fair is amazing." He chuckled. She hummed in response, facing him, crosslegged.
There was a still silence, but it was not one that formed a concoction of awkwardness and discomfort. It was just the right kind of silence - kind of like the perfect bath temperature.
And now, they did look at eachother. And they played in the forests far past midnight.
And? Even the punishments he received for returning late could not possibly dull the boy's mood now.
Then, he realised that this was happiness.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
written in scars || father lrh (au)
FanficLuke Hemmings - a 26 year old with a tainted past - has lived a tough life, and for the most part, he's been alone. He's been betrayed and left to the sea so many times, that, heartbroken and grief-striken, he's given up on his emotions and has sinc...
