{ GUNS AND ROSES }
S T A R T E R F O R : millexxiums
❛ --- I am so sorry. Unbelievably sorry. I -- I can be clumsy. ❜ Blame it on the lack of sleep that left circles as black as her shirt under puffy eyes, or her own natural clumsiness inherited from a mother that has faded into memory. Or the fact the man who towered above her was just the right mixture of dark and dangerous to have her tripping over and spilling coke all over him. And there she was, standing open-mouthed, eyes wide, hands shaking. With her brother still waiting in the car.











