You spend your time sitting under a window sill in the third-floor bathroom. You vent your feelings and inner thoughts out in the open, where nobody can judge you, where they can't see you cry. Little did you know, someone was listening.
You spend your time sitting under a window sill in the third-floor bathroom. You vent your feelings and inner thoughts out in the open, where nobody can judge you, where they can't see you cry. Little did you know, someone was listening.
good night ; y. amane x f. reader!
━━ ❝ fabricated love my
dear ! ❞
&&. just your average , cliche , love
story between two teenagers . yet as
day's continue to past , one realizes .
this isn't...