I thought at the time, it was good for me to get fresh air and try a new pathway to enjoy. but to be out late and no signal for away out, I felt helpless. I was "lucky" to have help. but dumb movie cliche, my summer wasn't the same. All because of... My dear hatchet man. who loving called me his doe-eyes.

You are a child who got lost in the pizza plex and is running away form the killer robots when you wander into the daycare. you run into a play structure and start to cry wanting to sh again when you hear something land in the ball pit behind you...[Platonic dynamic here just comfort] Also not my art workkk

✸ ★・・・・・・★ ✸ ★・・・・・・★ ✸ ★・・・・・・★ ✸ ★・・・★ ✸ ᴡᴏᴡɪᴇ, ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏᴄᴀʀᴇ. ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ! ...ᴏʜ ɴᴏ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴋᴀʏ? ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ✸ ★・・・・・・★ ✸ ★・・・・・・★ ✸ ★・・・・・・★ ✸ ★・・・★ ✸