𝓽𝒉𝒆 𝔀𝒊͟𝒄͟𝒌͟𝒆͟𝒅 𝔀𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉.

ᅠ daor. daor arlī ᅠ

ᅠ oh comme tu mens ᅠ

ᅠ alors je n'aurais pas d'autre choix que de te rappeler que je t'aime bien plus ᅠ

ᅠ tu es tout ce qui compte ᅠ

i died knowing you’d hate me for dying ; but you hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me.

ᅠ 𝒽ead rolls back, pushing pale tresses further into her gentle combing. 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 found only in these stolen moments. his head raises as her command is uttered, brows pulled together as he searches for the ( * hated ) robot that now is serenading them with hymns ( & .. ) ᅠ

ᅠ 𝓁𝗂͟𝖿͟𝖾͟𝗍͟𝗂͟𝗆͟𝖾͟𝗌 ago when dancing was a 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 art. ᅠ

staring at the music box with pure ( disdain ). he does not possess the grace required to dance, she knows this.