I'm on the stoned railing of our apartment, waiting for you, sitting with my fingers scratching my temples impatiently. Your sudden shout and rough hands on my back, scared the living daylights out of me. My eyes narrow, yet a hint of mirth dance across them. Very funny. Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. I summon a gust of wind to blow your hair in all directions. Some of these days. Don't blame me if I suddenly die of a heart attack.
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Gothic Melody
20/02/2025
Maia Reyal
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21/02/2025