dear wren,
today you dropped by, and we listened to my favorite band, bastille. i was droning on and on about how sexy dan's voice is, and you just rolled your eyes, but smiled.
i love when you smile.
because you never do.
anyways, we were laughing about who knows what, and all of a sudden, i started coughing. really badly.
your face changed from happy to worried in a mere instant.
it's alright for someone to be sick, wren. and you know that.
so you wrapped your arms around me, and we lay like that for a bit.
needless to say, i feel better now.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Roman pour Adolescents| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
