based on another place by bastille. her number one rule: don’t get too attached to your customers. let alone fall in love with them. yet here she was, naked in bed with the other, their legs tangled in the cheap sheets provided by the motel. not because she got paid to do it, but because she actually wanted to. it was wrong, because river knew like no other that this thing between them could never work out. she had made that clear already, but sometimes she caught herself fantasizing about what could have been. “in another place, in another time, what could we have been?” now was the first time ever that she expressed her thoughts to the other, though. / @neverkissed

















