I laid in my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
3:45 am
The 3rd night in a row.
One thought.
Him.
His eyes.
His hair.
His laugh.
His smile.
His heart.
His personality.
Him.
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boy. {ministar; aly's}
Fanfiction"Simon Minter? He's just a boy." A boy's notes to his bestfriend who's concerned.
three
I laid in my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
3:45 am
The 3rd night in a row.
One thought.
Him.
His eyes.
His hair.
His laugh.
His smile.
His heart.
His personality.
Him.