{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: it's lemon martini, babe

your throat gashed and hacked against the sour lemon between your teeth as you pulled it away from your mouth and i wondered so endlessly in awe how my lips would feel being the zesty lemon between your teeth, drawn and held captive. you looked up and smiled my breath away, as if you heard every word that came out of my mind and said: you know, lemon is my favorite fruit.

I laughed at how stupid you sounded especially when you said i am like that lemon, bittersweet, but still your favorite. i wished you hadn't unarmed me with your sudden sweet and sour kiss.

i could've warned you: without the bitter, the sweet ain't sweet.

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school's tomorrow- well today

{ ugh please tell me it's only a nightmare }

so semi- hiatus for now. don't fry your potato selves when i'm gone ok?