dropped your hand while dancing

- a folklorian love triangle -
She'd hugged him then as she hugged him now, only this time she leaned on the willow instead of climbing it, this time they weren't just holding hands in silence, her hand was under his sweatshirt, and she lifted her head up just a little bit as they kissed, and he put his hand through her curly chestnut hair as he pulled away, a small playful smile on his mouth.

"I'll be right where you left me," she said, tugging at her cardigan. He smirked, pressed his lips to her forehead and sprinted the other way.

x

tw - toxic love