January//20//2019
I take that last entry back.
Sebastian asked for my number today (after I ran my shopping cart into his "accidentally")
I gave it to him and he put my name as kid.
"You keep calling me that. How old are you?"
"30."
I could've swore he was younger.
He aged well.
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General Fiction"His eyes look golden in the sunlight." Xanthiel writes in a journal that's pushed onto him by his therapist. Introduce a complete asshole that he just can't seem to stop running into. Add a spontaneous roadtrip to the mix and you get one hell of...