May 13, 2020
𝚜 𝚞 𝚖 𝚖 𝚎 𝚛 𝚕 𝚊 𝚗 𝚍 ʙʏ ᴋʏʀᴘᴏs @deviantnation
“It’s not your fault if those people weren’t prepared to grow with you." Steve's voice is slow and soft, like the first warm embrace of a summer breeze following a particularly cold winter. “And for those who don’t...well, fuck ‘em.”
Then, he feels it. Fingers, quiet and hesitant, pressing gently against his own. They linger only for a moment—
And then, they’re gone.
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