'his hand moves up my arm to my shoulder, fingers brushing against my neck. “if you honestly think you’re not living, then it’s not like you’ve run out of time yet,” he whispers quietly'
'somehow, right then, he feels like the only thing in the world that’s ever made any sense to me'
and then they hug and ry doesnt want to let go and so they hold hands until they get off the bus :(
— Jun 17, 2026 03:26AM
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