crossing the line | fillie oneshots

whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

don't ever want to miss you | fillie

I want to be with you. It is as simple, and as complicated as that.

Psycho~Fillie

He traces tiny little circles on the lines of my palm, looking all so serious. "Can you really read palms?" I ask. "Yes," He says. "What's my future then?" And I swear, his eyes light up like a thousand fireflies, and a smile crosses his lips for the first time. "Us."