closed || adriana
@wvlker
SOMETIMES, you just look at someone and see everything you’ve ever HATED. And sometimes, you don’t know why your heart chooses to latch onto them specifically, clawing at them endlessly. But, maybe it’s because she wasn’t h i m, but she was damn close enough. Like, it hurts too much to even look at him ( god forbid, say his n a m e ), but the blonde that stood by his side growing up was enough to HATE but easy enough to look at. “Look what the cat dragged in,” she hummed the CLASSIC line, eyes rolling in annoyance when the familiar blonde came into her peripheral vision.















