𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒. inner charm that bathes features is f o r c e d. soft chuckle that rolls down mastered tongue is counting the minutes until the act is over & arms are holding the one who stole his heart years prior ( the reason he’s trapped inside a game of a man providing excitement & attention ). glass of red liquid betwixt fingers lands between lips allowing wine to wash the guilt of dating another down his throat. ❛ so . . . ? ❜ voice escapes & lips are frozen in motion of enlightful evening & eyes blind for everyone but her for another few hours throw s p a r k l e s on the surface squeezed together still by the laughter of a joke he just told. ❛ 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗 , how much did i fail ? ❜









