avonlea_ethereal
"I'm.. sorry."
His words are raw, gravel on the wind.
"What?" Her single exhale.
She looked at him then, the question burning her tongue as it fled her mouth; his eyes struck the horizon with a sudden determination; hair sculpted away from his face, vague specks -momentarily vulnerable - flecked his forehead.
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halloween in avonlea!! riddles, mazes , sabotage and more xx
// #6 in fred wright
book cover art after:
ClareElsaesser, on etsy (found on pinterest)