i keep saying “it is what it is” but like what is it
not to sound like jane austen or anything but if ur fic is labelled slow burn those two fucks better not even touch pinkies until like chapter 57 by the time they are even in a room alone together i want to be half dead of blueballs and i want their heated gazes to revive me im js
“This can’t….” she said while looking at their fingers intertwined. She can’t even count how many times she hoped that it will be them together in the end. That someday the universe will be on their side. That maybe there will come a day that fate will let them be genuinely happy and free.
“I know… Please let me hold you for a while. Let me feel your presence for a second. Just, please let me hold you.” he said with tears waiting to fall from his eyes, while holding her hands softly yet firmly to show that he has no plan of letting them go. That he hasn’t thought of letting her leave again.
She closed her eyes. And let her mind wander to their memories for the past years. She doesn’t want to end it here. She doesn’t want to let things just to crumble and fall. And even if it hurts, she doesn’t let his hands slipped away. Because this time, she decided to hold on. She chose it over moving on.
This Pain, Leads Me Back To You //ma.c.a