hadja 𝜗ৎ’s Reviews > A Love Letter to Whiskey > Status Update

“maybe I’m not the person who can help you right now. There was a shuffling noise then, and I had theories about what it was — him running his hand over his face, maybe? Or was it the wind? Was he at the beach where we’d said goodbye? But I want to be. So please, just… call me back. I miss you. My chest always ached at that part. Happy birthday.” I would’ve folded

“Oh, so you were putting on a show that night, huh?” “Well, you see, someone had been ignoring me,” I teased back. “I needed to find a way to get some attention.” why are they flirting infront of my salad

“I hate it now, my name. I hate the meaning of it. I hate what my father did to my mom and I hate what she did to me by naming me after something so monstrous.” poor girl omg☹️☹️