Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. “Little bird,” he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone.
drunk selfie tryin 2 look cute but that is a stupid bc I LOOK CUTE ALL THE TIME AND IF I DONT LOOK CUTE IDCCCCC
Look at my cute friend
Look at her