➹ for adopted verse pls
Send me ➹ a for a drunk utterance from my muse.
"No, ‘m fine, Cass," he said, looking down at his daughter with tears on his cheeks. "Just go back to bed, baby. Please. It’s okay, I’m okay.” Derek wasn’t okay. He didn’t look okay, either. He reeked of liquor, and his eyes were sunken in. He’d been crying. “It’s okay, I love you, it’s okay. Go back to bed. Please just go back to bed…”









