1 week later:
"what remains of all travels is the scent of a faded rose"
having found a bouquet is not what worries me.
to have found the letter is not what worries me.
to have found a papier mâché rose is what worries me.
"2101 apt // 22h35 // thanks for coming"
it must be only him.
it could only be worse.
it will not work, I lost the keys.
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appartement 2101 | english
Fan-Fiction[ cover made by the talentued @cumulxnimbus ] anyway in a week, everything is over. anyway in a month she will have taken me out of her heart. anyway she would understand me, I'm gonna save my brother. - scofield, come out, there's someone for ya.
