fiona
it's quiet when the laughter dies down, and elijah turns to her, reaching out for her shoulder. his fingers grumble to grasp it, firmly but not too forcefully.
"fiona?"
"yes?"
"can you help me kiss you?"
YOU ARE READING
the recovery project [2]
Historia Cortait does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.
![the recovery project [2]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/134549788-64-k799533.jpg)