"It's weird, he only texts me at a certain time." "What's that time?" "3am."

❝He pecked me on the lips and we put our gifts away and cuddled under the covers into the silent night.❞

"Art and love are the same thing; it's the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you." this is a very fast paced story so be aware of that before you read it. enjoy! <3