41

41| Past Incidents

SARA

Morning sunlight spills into the room, directly hitting my face, making me turn around and hide my face; the atmosphere is unfamiliar... But the grip on my waist is familiar.

Write a comment ...

shadowedpassion

Show your support

Creat a comfort place for readers

Write a comment ...

shadowedpassion

β€œπ–πžπšπ―π’π§π  𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐀𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐒𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐑𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐒𝐨𝐧 π’π π§π’π­πžπ¬β€. Don't forget to like if you love it dear... I will be the happiest person alive