‧₊˚ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 … 𝐋͟𝐈͟𝐎͟𝐍.

we’re cursed, my love. ( beautifully so. )

. . she wouldn’t say no to that.

she overslept, cue her tripping in her rush to get to her truck.

⠀ ❛ his skin was an impossible rich , dark brown. his wary eyes 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 across the gathering , and they were the colour of 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀

“oh?” she tried to use her surprise as a means to cover her embarrassment at his comment — to no avail, of course. she avoided his gaze as she sat down gently beside him. “. . what exactly were you thinking about? do i even want to know?”

even you, who's forever cold, will find someone who will keep you warm.

approaching quietly, eyes gentle as she takes in the sight of edward so at ease. “. . what are you reading?”

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𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 - 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡, 𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙.

“Why do birds sing? Why’s water wet? Why’s your girlfriend gay coded? Are we gonna keep asking stupid questions I could go all day?” She grinned a soft laugh escaping her lips as she leaned back practically basking in the sunlight.