you tilted your head.
"why not? your nice. you're not an airhead nor fake. i like being around you"
i blushed. i fucking blushed
YOU ARE READING
lovely, short story ✓
Short Storyisn't it lovely, all alone. heart made of glass, my mind of stone.
treize,
you tilted your head.
"why not? your nice. you're not an airhead nor fake. i like being around you"
i blushed. i fucking blushed
