⊰ ; к —— :: She was slipping into a white lace dress and some little black pumps ---- a bad mix, right? --- but anyway; she was on her way to his house because she'd received a text that basically commanded her to do so.
come over, i'm sad as fuck.
And here she was; little knuckles rasping on his front door as she'd managed to walk at a rather fast pace --- getting down three blocks in the space of a quarter of an hour.














