❝ that’s a BIG gun to carry around if you’re only coming to see me. i wanted to ask though, ❞ she pauses, lets herself think before getting too carried away, before getting too close, before getting too assured. chocolate optics squint whilst a heavy sigh leaves crimson - painted petals, bronze skin surface meeting the tensity of her nails, itch of hesitation greeting her with no polite intention. finally finding the courage to speak, she disregards the fact that she is frightened of his answer ; she must be brave. ❝ ---------- can my dad stay for longer next time ? ❞ // @secondflag.
