Donovan

“i know right? she’s a mean one. almost a shame i gotta give it back.” gaze drifts to the old clock on the wall. “the owner won’t be back until afternoon to take it tho…”

“ha! i knew i was the girl of your dreams.” turning off the engine, she bends over the tank, arms crossed atop it.

seated on a cherry red indian chief classic, she revs at the *reader.

always the drama queen —

𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 *𝙪𝙨 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 —-, 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑖𝑡?

Bonnie had fallen asleep atop one of grams’ grimoires. she jolts awake at Luke’s poking. blinking rapidly. sleepy.

inside me, something seethes. inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.

fuck! i dropped my mental stability.