contin | dekorasii
❛ Promise ? ❜
& A smile of her own paints upon her own lips, a few steps would shorten the distance between them. She would hesitate for a second before wrapping her arms around him.
"Yeah, I promise, Day."
His chest feels warm when her arms curl around him, and he rests his own upon her reassuringly, but he tries to keep his face from touching her at all, whether he realizes it or not.












