We were stuck between shelves. Left in a library.
I watched the way our legs lay next to eachothers'.
They were tangled, a small heap of a mess. Textbooks littered around us.
He was wearing those glasses.
Fuck me up...
He had a goofy smile on his face, I let my eyes scan the book in front of me.
Anything to avoid eye contact.
Anything.
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If y'all are confused, this was Kian's dream. Even in his dream he feels the disattachment.
See how far his feelings play out? 😋
By the way I got this idea from the picture above.
ON WITH JIAN ❤️ 😘
-Leah
YOU ARE READING
You are mine. Mine.
FanfictionIt doesn't make a difference. Everything is already set in stone. He is mine. Only mine.
