✧ ˚ ·ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵐ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ.

Reads 84
Votes 6
Parts 1
Time 12m

Reads 84
Votes 6
Parts 1
Time 12m

'The wood under foot slightly chimes with each step, as I bring a finger to linger in front of the doorbell only to halt.
    
    𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.
    
    I lower my head, as I swallow a sigh. I hate this. I hate how I'm so nervous. 
    
    Grunting, I advance my hand to the brim of my hat; my fingertips caressing the fabric afore returning to the doorbell and forcing my thumb against it.
    It rings with a buzz, and after a few moments, the sound of hurried and hesitant footsteps echo behind the door. The shuffling became awfully fainter as time passed, and-commencing from silence-the door opens.'
    
    I made the art for the cover, please don't steal. 
    
    
    
    omgg why did u make a mdp fic
    
    bc there's no fucking hope left in life ,,, //jAll Rights Reserved

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ.
Mon, Sep 23, 2024

'The wood under foot slightly chimes with each step, as I bring a finger to linger in front of the doorbell only to halt.
    
    𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.
    
    I lower my head, as I swallow a sigh. I hate this. I hate how I'm so nervous. 
    
    Grunting, I advance my hand to the brim of my hat; my fingertips caressing the fabric afore returning to the doorbell and forcing my thumb against it.
    It rings with a buzz, and after a few moments, the sound of hurried and hesitant footsteps echo behind the door. The shuffling became awfully fainter as time passed, and-commencing from silence-the door opens.'
    
    I made the art for the cover, please don't steal. 
    
    
    
    omgg why did u make a mdp fic
    
    bc there's no fucking hope left in life ,,, //j

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