[he's definitely out here, smoking. Taking no pleasure in it, and so he'll split from his desolate lean on the gazebo when she comes closer, pitching the cig and crushing it underfoot so he can reach for her arm. Soft touch, just connectivity on a dark day.]
I nearly chucked my phone out the window. I didn't want to think it was true.
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Date: 2025-03-22 01:20 am (UTC)I nearly chucked my phone out the window. I didn't want to think it was true.