My favourite scene is when she turns her
head away from me, only for me to cup
her cheeks in my hands as I caress her
face and her lips. I can hear her breathing
louder and faster, and at this point, I don't
quite know whom I'm breathing for anymore.
Her hair smells like a pleasant meadow of
daisies. Her skin is softer than the mellow
breeze. She is lovely. I grab her closer to
me as I lay her on my lap until she falls asleep,
only to realize the concept of time has broken
down—but we go on anyways. She's the most
beautiful girl I know.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
My favourite scene is when she turns her
head away from me, only for me to cup
her cheeks in my hands as I caress her
face and her lips. I can hear her breathing
louder and faster, and at this point, I don't
quite know whom I'm breathing for anymore.
Her hair smells like a pleasant meadow of
daisies. Her skin is softer than the mellow
breeze. She is lovely. I grab her closer to
me as I lay her on my lap until she falls asleep,
only to realize the concept of time has broken
down—but we go on anyways. She's the most
beautiful girl I know.
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