venuszky
I was holding her cold hand, her guitar in her back, the Christmas songs could be heard from afar, the snowflakes blurred my sight. I loved her so much, her tireless smile always on her face. My gaze plunged into her ocean eyes, I felt my soul drown in the flood of our love.
robin buckley x fem!oc
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