[ my dreams are sweet with a bitter aftertaste ]
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"wanna run away with me?" he said, impertinent and beautiful. nothing he usually said was proper, but rough and in desperate need of sandpaper.
quartz shone in his eyes from january first to the twenty-ninth because everyone knows that after your birthday, the year gets a little bit duller.
but he got diamond eyes on her birthday and she often wondered why.
he pointed to his station wagon with a bruised finger and she almost laughed. that piece of scrap metal was entirely broken, inside and out. the engine had quit multiple times and there was no air conditioning. no radio either. she needed a radio.
"why?" she asked.
he looked like he was contemplating something, he liked being thought of as a philosopher.
"i think i love you."
she blinked. now she knew why he got diamond eyes on her birthday.
"well, in that case, yes. i will run away with you."
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rolling in our graves
Cerita Pendek"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
