My eyes fluttered shut at the familiar feeling of your skin against mine, those guitar string-hardened fingers brushing against my cheekbones. You leaned in to whisper, "Let me go, please."
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Bittersweet
Короткий рассказ"You were never meant to be more than a bittersweet memory; an unforgettable aftertaste."
✿ Fifty-Nine
My eyes fluttered shut at the familiar feeling of your skin against mine, those guitar string-hardened fingers brushing against my cheekbones. You leaned in to whisper, "Let me go, please."
