Mar 26, 2020
@rainiestmood; *+d i a n a
walking up the stairs to her loft, number 467 - groceries in hand, a familiar scent met the air near diana’s face. it hurt to admit that the smell was still familiar after all this time, but nonetheless - she faced her left. ❝ oh, i- ❞ the words were meant as an apology, yet only the two syllables escaped her. could it really be him? or was she just very awkwardly mistaken?