‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓛𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙼𝙰𝙽、 ‍ ‍ ‍𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇

dead men don’t talk & i thank god for that.

ㅤ yeah… harvard— ㅤ

ㅤ yeah but everyone still hates you. ㅤ

ㅤ it’s crazy that you say that, yet i’m the only one with a stable job. ㅤ

ㅤ dramatic ass bitch. ㅤ

my biggest fear is that you'll begin to see me the way i see myself.

“ 𝑎ren’t you a gentleman? “ 𝑠houlders relaxing as her eyes meet his, another small sigh leaving her lips ; cheeks warming up and showing off a reddened tint. 𝑔ently squeezing his hand in return, feeling his thumb grazing along the top.

“ 𝑖 can . . . go, if — you want some space. “ 𝑓ingers fiddling, a short sense of nervousness settling in ; keeping her eyes on the lit flame, then back over his way.

𝑠ettling down beside him, a small sigh leaves her lips as her hand retreats from his shoulder — a welcoming smile on her face as she gazes at the fire. “ 𝘩ey yourself, handsome. sitting here all alone? “

𝑎 slow walk up to the man, gentle hand on his shoulder as she holds a tentative expression — chewing down on her lower lip. “ 𝘩ey, it’s me. “

it’s like i can’t turn my back on you anymore.