Call it Fate, Call it Karma | Andrew Neiman

⋆ ˚｡⋆｡♪"ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴅᴇᴡᴀʟᴋ?" ₊˚♬ ﾟ.˚｡⋆

White, fluffy snow began to fall from the sky, gently drifting down upon the ground and the trees. The winter had arrived with its cold and dreary mood. His harsh warm breath created wisps of smoke, which began to tickle my neck. However, after a while, his breathing suddenly came to still, catching me off-guard,
"Neiman...?"
I buried my hands into his hair allowing the warmth of his curls to touch my skin as I ran my fingers through them.

"You don't know how much I want to kiss those beautiful lips of yours right now..."

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In which you met the core drummer by chance, after accidentally stumbling into his practice session. It had all started with that innocent incident, leading onto the day when Neiman jumps onto Fletcher on the podium during a performance and you had to throw your life's work to take him home. A winter evening had settled in and it was a night that felt as though time had paused as they held each other tightly.

ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴡ ɴᴇɪᴍᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
-ᴇᴍᴏᴄʜɪᴛᴡᴀᴛ