latibule;
(n.) a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort.
on an early saturday morning the skies still a lilac with pastel pinks and blues a giant, platinum blonde (bleached obviously) boy quietly walks into your little, insignificant, old coffee shop you and your mom own, then you looked up to meet your forest green eyes with his pale green ones and he gave you a small grin.
// I don't have a cover yet im sorry, for now I just have a random photo, michael isn't famous in this story sorry..? //
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→ Something about him was different.
He was like a breath of fresh air into her life.
She hadn't breathed anything quite like it in a very, very long time. ←
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→ Completed ←