PHEEVR
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❛ Your whispers still haunt my skin, caressing my scars, nipping at my flesh. That's why it often itches.❜
[🌬] 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂
"I like your sketches." Felix hummed.
"I don't."
In which a stoner always finds the same quiet boy, in the same place ─ sketching.