you walked me home that night. it was cold and you gave me your jacket, that was disgustingly lovely.
i hate you for it
YOU ARE READING
lovely, short story ✓
Short Storyisn't it lovely, all alone. heart made of glass, my mind of stone.
sept,
you walked me home that night. it was cold and you gave me your jacket, that was disgustingly lovely.
i hate you for it
