 *sappysapper* MAJNOO, YO!
Bella. Bella. Bella. Bella. Bella.
And she was in his arms. Again.
He really couldn't bring himself to think over this situation- His hand was frozen at the side of her arm - not literally \ofcourse- but he couldn't bring himself to move it- it was already making him think about the other night- it would be harder to stop himself from holding onto her if he moved a bit too- and found himself in contact with her in any more ways.
This was torture.
When she said 'I am sorry,'- wan found it as a click of a Bell and immediately got off her, already feeling the regret again. "No its fine," He cleared his throat, trying to clear his alreayd too Bella foggy-ey mind.
They weren't going anywhere. They were stuck. She wasn't suppose to say anything- why did she say anything? She should just walk away- so Ewan didn't have to think about it all over again- think about her again and have his mind haunted by her presence.
Bella.
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......................let's be reckless, unaffected, running out until we're breathless
...............let's be hopeful, don't get broken, and stay caught up in the moment ♥
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