You kneel onto the earth...
Pain is gripping your body in it's mighty claws, your spark rate slowing...
Your breath shakes... You start to tremble as you weaken from your many wounds.
Only now do you take full notice of the energon surrounding you.
You laugh softly. "So this is what death feels like?" Your voice is filled with static, and is just barely audible.
And it's as the tendrils of darkness surround you, that you faintly hear a familiar voice..
"Nein! Frau, halte durch! Verlass mich nicht, mein Liebster!"
You don't understand much of it, and only a few words you can understand, but before you can grasp onto the words, you crumple to the ground, all sounds, smells, feelings, sights, everything, is stripped away.....
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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