Into Folklore | W. Halstead

Into Folklore | W. Halstead

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"Olivia?" Will was the first to speak, the girl humming softly in response. "If this is you just, tying up a loose end. If you're gonna leave after this, can you just..." He sighed, "Can you just leave now and spare me the heartbreak? Please." He couldn't help the doubt that was building. Last he was told, she didn't love him. She never had. The girl's lips pulled down before she shook her head, lifting onto her elbow. "It's not, I'm not going anywhere. I don't plan on ever going anywhere." She pulled her hand out of his, placing it on his cheek. Or "I can see you staring honey, Like he's just your understudy." - Exile, T.S. [loosely based off folklore by Taylor Swift]
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