the moment their hands met, a sudden, jarring friction sparked between them. his grip possessed a heavy, deliberate, intensity that felt less like a greeting and more like fate itself.
mortified by the momentary lapse in her composure, she drew herself up, desperately trying to reclaim her fragile dignity.
in a bid to realign her stature, she threw forward a question,
𝑁𝑂𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 ׄ 𝑁𝑂𝐵𝑂𝐷𝑌。 retweeted
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the dawn broke with a repetitive blue, mirroring the last seven days that had proceeded it. it was a cycle of monotonous devotion to a routine that quickly became habit in the namesake of a career. she moved through the towns arteries
there was no trickery in her voice, only the raw, unsettling honesty of the disarmed. she looked at him, the air between them thickening with the weight of a debt she hadn't yet agreed to owe.






















