he knocks on your door, his knuckles white from clenching them so hard. sweat drips down his brown fluffy hair, making his bangs stick to his forehead and his grip around the roses becomes tighter, the petals starting to droop and wither at the ends. he made sure to wear the black and red hoodie you’ve always liked and the black adidas baggy sweatpants, his converse polished white. His heart beating faster “what the hell am i doing here?” he mumbles to himself
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3Princess Divas
31/08/2025
akiko_kz
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31/08/2025
Leonie Wegel
31/08/2025