Dark Charm Chapter 18
It's been a while but I just had my last day of high school ever two days ago. Ugh. If this feels strained, it's because I'm still feeling that. This one has a lot more of the other characters but I had to, you'll see if you read. So sorry for less Kyuwook. Sorry for like the change in mood half way through. It might be wierd. So unimpressed as always. Didn't edit as usual. I do not own anyone in this story. It is purely based on fictional imagination. Enjoy.
Title: Dark Charm
Chapter: 18
Pairing: Kyuwook (main), Eunhae, Henwook...others...
“I’m so proud of loving you too.”
Eighteen
Ryeowook awoke to silence and nothing. Kyuhyun wasn’t there anymore. He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, feeling a light throb dancing in his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his hand against his forehead. He had a little too much of what Donghae had introduced him to. He looked across the dark room and a saw a slim figure sitting in the chair. Ryeowook sprang off the bed hurriedly, a stronger feeling inside as he stumbled backwards. A pair of arms held him fast about the waist. A strong beating at his hand placed on a tight chest. Ryeowook tipped his head up to that pale and worried face. His breath caught. His hand strayed in surprise.
“Henli?”
Henry set the startled boy back on steady feet and placed his hands upwards. A small smile played on his lips as he took a step backwards. It was a wonderful thing Ryeowook had not seen in a long time and he fell into a deeper reverie.
“Ryeowook, I’m not going to attack you. You can relax.”
“What is it, Henli? Where’s Kyuhyun?” Ryeowook asked, feeling uneasy alone with Henry.
“I asked him to give me some time alone with you.” Henry shrugged his shoulders shyly to his ears and his hands buried deep in his pockets. “I know we haven’t really talked like this in a long time so if you’re not okay with this, I can go…”
“No.” Ryeowook shook his head lightly, a tender expression replacing the surprised one, “Stay Henli. Stay with me.”
“Well, I can’t stay for too long. I think Kyuhyun’s still waiting for you.”
“Then what did you want?” Ryeowook could not prevent the slightly pained expression.
“I know it’s a bit late and I don’t mean for anything to come out of this…” Henry stopped for a second. All his rehearsed words had escaped him without his notice. “Ah. I can’t remember any of it. You see this is one of the things Kyuhyun is beats me at and there are quite a few.”
Henry lifted a hand to the back of his head. His gaze dropped to the floor in embarrassment and possibly shame. There was sadness in his expression.
“He’s always so much wittier than I am. He’s also a lot smarter than I am and probably one of the best gamers I know.” This was followed by a faint chuckle. “I’m not as good looking as he is or perhaps well mannered. Kyuhyun’s just so much better than I am.”
“Henli…”
“Wait. There is one thing I would like to believe I’m level with him. And you might not know this because I’ve never…and I probably never will get the chance to show you. But I’m proud.” Henry raised those dark eyes. A glimmer of moonlight fell through the room between them, allowing for Ryeowook to see his gentle face clearer. “I’m proud of being in love with you.”
There was nothing to prevent such a heavy fall of the heart.
“You’re a wonderful person, Ryeowook. I’ve never known anyone so gentle and loving. A boy who does not think of himself nearly enough to be human. You’re an angel. You bring smiles and light to our day, watching over all of us with that kind, pure heart. You have great wings that fasten around us, securing us in your love and comfort.” Henry breathed the next words. “Perhaps, I have never learned to escape that circle. Or never wanted to.”
“Henli…”
“But now you’ve fallen. I can see it on your face. It hurts not because of you. Because of me. A fallen angel. I’ve done this to you. Hurt what I most love.” Henry looked out to the moon, slowly receding behind heavy clouds. “You know, I like this. I like talking to you.”
“I do too.” Ryeowook’s heart swelled back in place.
“I know you do. This is what you love. Being with everyone. Laughing with everyone. Loving everyone. This is what you love most and this is what I love most as well. Because what you want is what my heart desires as well. So therefore I’m going to restore that to you. I’ll let you fly again.”
Henry walked slowly towards Ryeowook. Each step heavy with weight and tension and thoughts. His body would not act so willingly to the demands of his mind. But even his mind wasn’t that strong. He didn’t want to walk towards the boy. It only signified a painful end. However, each step became more forced and he was reminded more that not walking this path could mean a worser destination. It could mean anything and nothing at once.
Finally he stood before the anxious boy. His hands reached down to grab each one of the other’s hands softly. His eyes grazed the glimmer of the other’s as the darkness enshrouded over them. He watched those lips so carefully. It was a chance. It would be the opportunity he had thought of, dreamed of for countless times. All Henry would have to do is lean down and he could steal them, fulfill his restless desires. It would a happy moment. But if he did so, how long could that elation last? There was so much to make and so much more to break in that one moment. What was he to decide? Henry bent his face forward.
“I’m glad you were my first.”
Then he walked away. He caught sight of Kyuhyun, loyally waiting for his return. Once that boy noticed his arrival, he sprang up from his crouch and looked him over for flustered feelings or any signs that the other would have the same.
“Thank you for trusting me.” Henry walked past. Kyuhyun placed a hand at his shoulder and patted kindly. “Take care of him.”
Henry left the boy alone. It would be a long night.
Kyuhyun reentered the guest room. He first noticed Ryeowook bent down along the wall. He took long easy strides to the boy, not wanting to alarm or further cause any agitation. The boy longingly looked up at Kyuhyun. His voice emerged in a soft whisper.
“It’s over.”
“Yes.”
“It’s over?”
Kyuhyun slid down the wall beside the stunned boy. He removed the hand clutching at his forehead. Tears threatened to pour over on that beautiful face. Kyuhyun helped release Ryeowook of the sadness as he tilted the boy’s head onto his shoulder. He could feel the wetness form on his shirt. It must be hard for him. Because the most virtuous were always dealt the most difficult lives. But they were also the most loved. That was what they deserved.
“Sleep.”
“I can’t.” Ryeowook began hiccupping. His vision blurred and his head was in pain. “It’s too…much to think…He must…be…”
“Shhhhhh…”
“No Kyu…Henli must…be so hu-…rt…”
“Ryeowook, the boy will be fine. Now shhhhhhh…”
“You know those three wishes you owe me. Let me use one.” Kyuhyun slipped an arm around the other’s waist. His hands slid along the Ryeowook’s sides soothingly. “Wook ah, just relax.”
“I can’t.”
“Sleep. You’re tired. Rest before your heart breaks.”
Kyuhyun waited for a few minutes. Ryeowook hadn’t protested after that. The air had produced peaceful silence as the faint light had fallen over their two figures. Kyuhyun let a foot fall onto Ryeowook’s, waiting for any reaction. There wasn’t one. He did it again. Nothing. He snuck a safe glance at the boy, already drowned in his dreams. He saw tear catch on his eyelashes and stream down those smooth cheeks. Kyuhyun brought his finger out to break the current. They fell coolly over his fingers and dazzled under the moonlight.
Kyuhyun wrapped an arm around to pull his knees to himself. He listened to nothing as his eyes drifted downwards in the comfort the other was resting. He was tired too. He may not worry as much as this boy did but he still worried. Ryeowook sure made his life harder. But Ryeowook also carried the wonderful ability in making his life so much more complete.
He hoped for a long night so this boy could sleep off all the worries that had collected heavily on his shoulders. Turning his face to the side, he placed little ones on Ryeowook’s head. There was a gradual hum of a happy murmur in response. Kyuhyun returned the arm to his side. There was a light clicking heard on the floor and it was found to be the boy’s fingers unconsciously expressing some of the stress he felt. Soon they were stopped by Kyuhyun’s hands that held them gentle as the taps against his palm slowed and then died.
Kyuhyun felt his eyes slowly drift downwards as the sound exhales lulled him deeper into sleep. A thought managed to escape his lips before he succumbed to the awaiting peace.
“I’m so proud of loving you too.”
Donghae lifted his head at the sound. He watched as another body had entered his room. Eunhyuk leaned against his door. His face formed in a nervous frown, deeply in concentration. Donghae continued in stripping of fhis clothes. He tugged his pajamas over his body and looked to see that Eunhyuk’s gaze had dropped to the ground. The boy used to tease him about these things. Some things had changed.
“What is it, Eunhyuk?”
“Can I stay here?”
“I thought Henry and I agreed on using the second guest room.”
“Henry wanted a switch.” Eunhyuk replied anxiously.
“Oh.”
Eunhyuk could feel something drop inside him.
“Okay, I guess you can stay here with me then.” Donghae smiled softly but it didn’t make him feel any better. “I prepared a mattress on the ground earlier but I can use that.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
With that, Donghae climbed under his covers without any hesitation and turned to the wall. A loud stretched yawn floated audibly across the room. Eunhyuk watched the steady rise of shoulders as the other breathed.
“You sleeping?” The voice asked lazily.
Light footsteps crossed the floor and stopped near Donghae. The bed sunk a little as the birthday boy cuddled himself against Donghae’s back. A slim pair of arms wrapped around the latter’s waist and a warm face slipped into the crook of his neck. They listened to the sound of each other’s breathing for a while.
“We used to do this all the time when we were younger.” Eunhyuk let out warm air, tickling the strands of hair at his lips. “I missed this.”
Donghae flipped around and was thrown quickly in surprise when the boy immediately flew forwards, catching his lips in a soft kiss. He didn’t respond to it, still looking down warily at the boy. Eunhyuk stopped but only to continue a wet line down the other’s neck.
“Is this from the drinks?”
“No.” Eunhyuk’s breath dusted across the hollow his throat. Donghae shivered slightly. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”
“You…”
“Can you give the birthday boy what he wants just for tonight?”
That thin nose ventured further into his collar. His lips traced the surface of Donghae’s shoulders and instinctively, the latter raised his head back, giving some access. It wasn’t that he wanted this or didn’t want this either. Donghae placed two hands firmly at Eunhyuk’s shoulders.
“Don’t do this if you’re going to regret it tomorrow.”
The boy left his post and captured Donghae’s gaze with his own intense eyes. There was sadness there that increased the discomfort drifting inside Donghae. He was torn in his decision of what to do. To comply with his conscience or with his desire. The desire to heal this sweet boy from this disease that affected the splendor of his smiles and laughters.
“I may regret it tomorrow but I will not regret it today and there’s still a couple hours for me to do that. Tommorow doesn’t matter. What matters now is today. There is no tomorrow without today.”
Donghae found those lips against his again. It was too tender and needing to pull away from. He couldn’t. His hands loosened from their grip. It was true. Tommorow hardly mattered when today was right before him. And today, all he wanted to do was to relieve this boy of some pain if he could. Because there probably wouldn’t be another opportunity like this for him to forgive himself a little.
The lights flickered off suddenly as the words lost its scramble from being consumed by darkness. He heard heavy footsteps travel across the floorboard and then an audible slump. There seemed to be no intention of turning the light back on. Kibum shut his book loudly.
“Yah.” He drew the word out with annoyance, “Eunhyuk, turn the light back on.”
There was no response heard as he rolled over onto his back, head swerving to the limber figure on the ground. The white light hit his pale face and then ran down the contours of uplifted chin. Kibum thought he saw something glimmer down that face and catch a pool of light on the ground. Unknowingly, he had spun his body up to a sitting position and then lifted off the bed.
“Kibum…can you leave me alone for a couple of minutes?”
“Henry, what are you doing here?”
“I don’t want go to Donghae…like this…and I have nowhere else to go.”
Kibum found himself perched in a crouch at the wall opposite of Henry. Things were happening without his knowledge. He watched the dark shadows stretch over his face when his head dropped into the safeguard of his folded arms. The shoulders quivered slightly and a low escaping drone reverberated in the deadened air. Henry lifted his head to the ceiling again, tears dribbling over his chin as he did so.
“Kibum, can you go for a little?”
“No.” He watched those eyes level with his. There was so much impending despair, waiting to spill over and express itself. He felt his chest tightening as well. “If I leave right now, you’re going to start pitying yourself and remembering. That’s not what you want.”
“What do I want?” The strangle in his voice choked Kibum’s. “You seem to know everything.”
“No. I know very little. Think about me and how annoying I am. Dislike me. Hate me if you will. Let your thoughts drown of me and not him. You’ll get closer to what you want.” Kibum met the pained, wet expression of Henry’s. “If I stay then you can’t cry for him or yourself. Carry it with you. Don’t cry just so you can expel yourself from knowing you’re capable of finding another love.”
“You’re mean.”
Kibum guarded over the struggling boy. A few times, a ragged heave of air pierced the muffling silence. However, quickly Henry contained the rest with a scowl thrown at Kibum, who didn’t dare to look away. Somehow, he wanted to take anything he could get from this boy. The boy’s head was not bobbing from side to side. Sleep had arrived to steal away the pain or to hide them for tomorrow.
Kibum wandered to the bed and back. Placing himself beside the boy, he feeling how stiff it was against the wall. Henry’s head fell almost instantly on him. Kibum was still uncomfortable with this but it no longer felt so stupid. He gently lifted the boy’s heavy head and wedged a pillow between Henry’s damp cheek and his shoulder. This only caused the boy to shift closer, hairs tickling wildly at his neck. Then the other pillow was adorned to the top of Henry’s head as his own head flopped contentedly. His dreams were covered by a soft blanket of light.
A little while later, Kibum peered under heavy black lids when he heard the door creak open. He recognized the boy who had wandered in. He made no attempt in revealing his consciousness. Suddenly, a blanket was thrown on top of Henry and himself. Kibum shrugged it off without a care.
“Don’t hurt him.” He whispered coldly.
“Like I did to you?”
“That’s all the in past.”
“No. It is very present still.” This only caused a bigger scowl on Kibum’s face. “What did I do?”
“Leave us alone.”
The intruder walked to the door and left his response.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Kyuhyun, where are you taking me?”
Ryeowook stumbled with firm clasp pulling him forward. It was a warm day with the clouds fluttering and flirting before the sun, providing momentary relief from the extremities of the sun. It was still rather unexpected when Kyuhyun came banging on his door and yelling Ryeowook’s name. The boy excitedly scrambled out of his room. He had been studying since Eunhyuk’s party had occupied most of his weeked. Ryeowook stopped when he saw his mother with a slight frown. She had raised an eyebrow at him then nudged her head at the door when the shouting hadn’t ceased but gotten worse.
“On a date.”
“But I have a test tomorrow!”
“We have a test tomorrow.” Kyuhyun corrected him with a smug smile. “I never said this couldn’t be a study date.”
Ryeowook considered and there was hardly any deliberation. Because when Kyuhyun smiled like that at him, there wasn’t much to think about when he already knew. He was a pulled into a small and neat café that was tampered with pastels and bubbly things. Ryeowook was dragged into the corner away from the majority of potential audience. This was really a date now.
“Where are the books?”
“Don’t need any.” Kyuhyun tapped his head. “I’ve prepared it all in here just for today.”
“You studied?”
“Of course not.”
“Jerk.” That wry smile infected his face with his own.
“What do you want to drink?”
“Hmmm…Coke, please.”
Kyuhyun walked over to the cashier. Ryeowook noticed how the girl instantly fluttered her eyes at him and then became doe-eyed. She was a pretty girl with fair long hair rolling down hair back. Her voice was too sweet for asking a customer his order. There was too much going on there that Ryeowook disliked. Then he watched as Kyuhyun leaned over the counter and looked directly at her face. The girl froze, clutched the collar of her uniform as Kyuhyun gave a little wink. The other waitresses behind that girl were all swooning and hugging tightly at their boards. After placing the order, Kyuhyun returned to sit in front of a half grimacing Ryeowook.
“Was she that pretty?”
“What?”
“That girl.”
“I didn’t really notice that much.” Kyuhyun’s eyes didn’t leave his as the boy drew closer over the table. “I guess so.”
“You sure looked friendly up there.” Ryeowook pulled back and crossed his arms over his chest.
“That’s because I didn’t have enough money.”
“Sure.” His head turned to look outside the glass windows.
The drink was made particularily quick as the girl called Kyuhyun’s actual name. The tall boy strode over to retrieve his order. There was a very large cup of coke in his hands and one straw. Ryeowook frowned at how he could possibly finish all of that by himself then looked questioningly at Kyuhyun who clutched the cup possessively in his hands.
“I realize I didn’t mention a size but do I look like I could finish that?”
“Don’t worry it’ll be finished.” Kyuhyun said simply, sliding the straw out of its wrapper.
“What about you?”
“I have one right here.” Kyuhyun gestured at his drink.
“But that’s mine.”
“We can share.” He plucked the straw into the hole and took a quick sip.
Ryeowook was still feeling rather unpleasant. He left their table for the counter again. The longing gazes of those girls disturbed him. They muttered something about how cute he was to which Ryeowook quickly grabbed what he was looking for and scurried away from their giggles. It made him feel worse to have seen Kyuhyun flirt with one of them. Kyuhyun looked up at him expectantly; the thing in his hand was somehow needing an explanation.
“You forgot my straw.”
“What? We can’t share one?”
“Sorry but I don’t want to be object of infuriation for that girl if she sees us like this.” Ryeowook ground out sorely. He plunged the straw into the drink with so much force that some of the soda had slid all the way up his straw and leaked down the edges. “It’ll only make things more difficult for her.”
Kyuhyun stared at him silently to which Ryeowook glared back cutely. A small amused smile emerged on that handsome face, further annoying the other. Kyuhyun flicked a finger back at the counter. Ryeowook didn’t understand and proceeded to sitting down. He was stopped from doing that when a velvet voice slipped around his body and bound him to his spot.
“Ryeowook get us some napkins please?”
“For what?”
“To clean up the mess you made.” Kyuhyun pointed at the wet mess dribbling down their drink.
“Fine.” Ryeowook sluggishly walked over to the counter again, making sure to avoid any eye contact with any of those girls. When he came back, he noticed something was missing.
“Where’d my straw go?”
“I disposed of it. It fell onto the table.” Kyuhyun gave a smile like he had emerged from a victorious battle.
“How’d it do that?”
“It felt unneeded so it commited suicide.” The drink was pushed to him. “Drink up.”
Ryeowook sat down with a sullen face as he gave into his thirst. He watched the smile grow bigger when he had placed his lips on the straw. Ryeowook only allowed himself a quick sip before returning the drink to the center of the table. Kyuhyun made a swipe and eagerly drank some more. There was a not so secret delight in his eyes, still fixated on Ryeowook’s face.
“What? It’s not like we haven’t kissed before.”
“No but I realized we never got to enjoy the little things like this before.”
“You’re acting like a girl, all happy about such a small thing.” Ryeowook refuted, a bit proud of his lame comeback.
“So are you for being so upset by my tad bit of conversing.” Kyuhyun added with a loud slurp.
“Conversing didn’t need to include that proximity or that wink. Therefore it was not just conversing.” Ryeowook pointed out and with excitement, he had moved away from his distance between them two.
“Why do you want one too?” Kyuhyun returned a wink to Ryeowook.
“I-” Ryeowook froze, feeling his face all flurstered and blushing when the boy had done that. “I didn’t ask for anything like that.”
“No? You don’t even want something like this?”
Kyuhyun’s hands found the back of Ryeowook’s neck as he crushed their lips together. He pleasantly heard a little gasp from the other but it soon dwelled into a low thrum against his moving lips. Ryeowook was now leaning forward across the table, following into the kiss that Kyuhyun teasingly tried to pull away from. His shirt was seized tightly at his chest during the frenzied kiss and feet stepped on to prevent escape. Thus the tease was discontinued as Kyuhyun’s other hand helped to bring the boy into more fulfillment. Their breaths rocking against each other when it was over.
Their foreheads were pressed together as Ryeowook playfully nudged his nose against Kyuhyun’s. The other responded with a chuckle and a quick kiss. He turned his head to see a few of the waitresses had noticed this display of affection with shocked faces. They squealed when Kyuhyun looked their way. He didn’t like this.
“Come on, let’s go.” Ryeowook was pulled up from the seat.
They walked the streets not hand in hand but their shoulders knocking occasionally against each other. Ryeowook pushed against the boy a couple of times, feeling no intention of playing with him from the other end. So he sent one last forceful one but Kyuhyun caught him with his arm around his shoulder. Ryeowook quickly wriggled out from the loose grip as Kyuhyun laughed at him. He glanced around and saw a cluster of girls looking their way.
“Is she pretty?” Ryeowook raised a finger at one of them.
“Yeah.”
“And her?”
“She’s kind of cute.”
“And that one?”
“Sure.”
Ryeowook pouted as not a single one of those girls didn’t appeal to Kyuhyun. It had been a futile attempt. They had all been rather good looking to begin with. He folded his arms across his chest and puffed out his cheeks, feeling the loss. Kyuhyun, noticing the bad sport, pulled on his wrist and spun the boy in front of a hair salon’s window. Those hands maneuvered firmly against his waist as there now occupied new warmth against Ryeowook’s back.
“See the person there?” Kyuhyun whispered against his ear. “That person is probably one of the most, if not the most, attractive in this world to me.”
“Player.” Ryeowook muttered as he tried budging out from that strong grip.
“No. I think you’re mistaking who I’m looking at. Look again.”
Ryeowook now grasped that that gaze fell so obviously on him rather than the young lady he had previously thought of. He exhaled lightly as the look in those dark eye’s intensified. “You mean…me?”
“Of course, it’s you. Silly boy, can’t you realize that by now?” Kyuhyun brought a hand before them and lightly knocked against the oblivious boy’s head.
“I’m not that good looking, you know? There are many others out there.”
“I know.” That deserved a glower from Ryeowook when it had been easily admitted and not attempt at being argued against. “You aren’t but what I feel for you… those girls don’t hold a single fraction of that. They may have beautiful appearances but you’ve got a beautiful soul. An angel.”
“Am not.” Ryeowook’s face squirmed cutely.
“Yes, to me, you are and I wonder how the hell you’ve ended up with such a devilish character like me.” Kyuhyun breath followed the curve of Ryeowook’s cheek. “I guess I’m lucky.”
“Then so am I.”
“Of course, I’m very handsome and witty.” Kyuhyun grinned proudly, withdrawing his hands so that Ryeowook could turn around to him. “You know, you’re really cute when you get jealous like that.”
“I was not jealous.”
“And when you’re in denial like this.”
“There’s nothing to deny. It didn’t happen.”
“And when you’re trying to act strong like this.” Kyuhyun looked down with infatuated eyes. “I love all of that. Ryeowook, I love you.”
Ryeowook’s heart flipped a couple of times and then did a somersault. He was being drowned in the profound beauty of Kyuhyun’s expression. He looked down for Kyuhyun’s hand and then gave it a quick squeeze, showing how much he enjoyed and appreciated that. This produced a low harmonious laughter from the other, covering his face with other hand in embarrassment. Kyuhyun had just freely declared his love for the other.
“Come on, let’s go.”
They were walking again. A little closer than before.
“Where are we going?”
“Don’t you have a test to study for?”
It was true but seeing how delightful the hour had been really wouldn’t help promote him to study anymore. The day was beautiful. The scenery was beautiful. Kyuhyun was beautiful. He didn’t want to leave this. As well, it would be a pity if their first date ended only after an hour. His mom could yell at him later or not, if he crammed later at night. It would just have to be heavy cramming.
They arrived in front of the stairs descending down to the subway as Kyuhyun looked back up at him when Ryeowook didn’t follow. The boy shook his head lightly with a gentle smile. He stepped back from the stairs. Kyuhyun looked at him with a questioning smile. Ryeowook shook his head again.
“Screw the test. You’re more important.” A wonderful smile told Ryeowook that he had made a good decision. “Let’s finish our very first date.”
Ryeowook extended his hand to Kyuhyun, who in turn took no hesitation to take it. Then they continued wandering down the street. The area was turning unfamiliar.
“Where are we going?” It was Kyuhyun’s turn to ask this time. He really didn’t know now.
“I don’t know about you…” Ryeowook stretched his arms up to the sky. Kyuhyun did the same but folded them behind his head. “But I’m going somewhere with you.”
“If that’s true, then anywhere is fine. Anywhere would be lovely.”
Then they walked further into the light. Together.
So sorry that this sucks again. It changed a lot in the middle because I realized I've been writing so much emo stuff it's probably not like healthy for me or for me to share and drown you in. I finally made Henry break it off and then the new pairings will like reveal even more soon but I'll probably like end this quite soon since it's getting wierd for me since there's a lot less Kyuwook in each chapter. I'm kind of wondering since they've already developed this much that I'm not sure how much more they could...What do you think? I can always start on something new anyways. :D So anyways, I wanted to make it happier and it turned out wierd and maybe a bit forced and all. Ugh. Urggle.
OMG. I'm done high school life. Had my last day of high school on Thursday and then like failed my English exam (as usual XD) yesterday. As much as I write and am Canadian, I suck at English. Ugh. Ironic eh? Well, I have 5 exams next week which might actually kill me. Then it's summer and September, it's finally University life!!!!!! OMFG. Im going to...hehehehehhe....Yay to a new life in a new place and I hope that Henry comes and visit his family and me!!!!!!!!!! GAHHAHAHAHAHHHA!!! Love <3
Thank you for reading!