when: 10 march, late afternoon where: three broomsticks who: @grahambones + amelia
Amelia breathed a heavy sigh, hands nursing a cup of tea close to her chest for the warmth. She couldn’t wait for spring, for something brand new to bloom and sunshine, to break her from the winter depression she’d encountered this year. It was a force unlike anything she’d ever felt, and she just yearned to vent away. Of course Graham was the first person to come to mind.
“Tell me how happy you and Fawn are before I kill the mood.”













