. ❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 —— ❞ the words feels like molasses on his tongue; making it sticky, hard to talk. but the weight of them on his mind could not be ignored, gaze staring hard seemingly at nothing, until it slides over to the elder as sharp as glass. ❝ . . . sometimes I wish you wouldn’t forgive so easily. ❞
and by that, of course, he includes himself.
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