Psychic Love - Skysolo

𝕏ℂ𝕀𝕏: 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕕

Hello there! how's it going? 

I'm so exited for the next chapter!!! 

Yet, fear not, this one is nice too! 

Hope you enjoy this! 

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*Han's POV*

I woke up that morning with a feeling of safety that made me smile. Why wouldn't I feel safe, I had Luke with me...

Speaking of him, he was awake already, writing something down on a notebook. 

-Oh, hi Han, I didn't realized you were awake already. - he greeted, kissing my forehead. 

-Hi angel... what are you writing? - I turned on my side, looking at him. 

-More poems... it's hard to write with others looking and I was inspired today. - He said, fixing his glasses. 

-Can I read? 

-I don't know, it's not finished yet...- I raise an eyebrow. It's a poem, you can consider it done whenever you want, right? - I mean, I wrote it thinking about you, but it sucks a d it's not meant to be read... - He said, breathing out. 

-Can I be the judge of that? 

He just breathed out and I sat up, only then realizing I still didn't have my shirt on. Who cared anyways? He handed me the book and buried his face in the crock of my neck as if he didn't wanted to see my face as I read it. 

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵

𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳

𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵

𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥

𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺-𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦

𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 

𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘺 

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 

𝘈 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴

𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭, 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘺

𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩