His fingers touched the webbed glass, ice like lace framing the window... cloudy mists forming where his fingertips touched.
And he traced a heart, a perfect heart, and he smiled.
Honestly, he looked angelic, white skin glowing against black tossled hair, perfectly shaped pink lips. He also looked tired, deep black circles smudging the skin beneath
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Would you read it then? I'm glad someone commented haha
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GOOD JOB, GIRL! ^_^
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Thank you so much, I will continue this, not sure when though, I'll spot you guys?
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