1 Work in JJ Feild/You
May All Acquaintance Be Forgot... by Punk_in_Docs for All of My Dear Readers - This Ones For you Guys x
17 Jan 2016
“Bye Libs… Have a Merry Christmas.”
Before he got to the door and pulled it open, a gust of bitter December air ruffling that flop of tousled brown curls on his head, she watched with many lost words struggling on her lips as he walked away.
“Merry Christmas. Ben..”
She mumbled, seemingly to herself. As he disappeared before she could get a word in edgeways. When in truth, they both had so much more than that to say...