Thick pulse and dizziness make his head light and stomach turn. He really can’t feel his fingers, or knees for that matter. But everything settles down again—almost as if it were always meant to—when his eyes graze a dumb grin and a pair of glittering eyes.
ChangdictatorStill, it’s almost too natural to rekindle Jongin’s smile with a tiny “Hello,” and somehow the syllables are perfect on his tongue, perhaps because he’s said it a thousand times already. Perhaps because they’re meant to be.
ChangdictatorWhere are we—” Kyungsoo yelps as Jongin practically throws him over the window pane of a filthy-rich looking convertible, a treacherous little thing parked up against the curb, all black exteriors and plush white interiors, not even bothering to open the door, “going?”
“To see fireflies,” Jongin says muffling coughs in his sleeves, and it’s only when Kyungsoo buckles up and looks over does he realize that the boy is grinning from ear to ear, “Real ones.
Mots clés love sad cute fireflies sob
Then I’m suddenly reminded of how I get engulfed with nightmares of Mom’s death as soon as I fall asleep. Hesitantly, I call to him, “Hey, Adrian?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you hold my hand the entire night?” My voice comes out as a quiet whisper.
There’s a pause. I’m almost afraid to meet his eyes.
Heartbeat picking up faster, his fingers interweave with mine and lace them together. I turn almost reflexively and I’m faced with his eyes—burning so green that it’s hard to look away. And for a second—one second, there is this feeling that flits in my chest, making my breath catch.
Then his eyes close and I blink slowly—feeling as I’m in a dream-like trance. Then mine slide close too after a while of memorizing this moment, this moment of silent peacefulness.
The gentle pressure of his hand holding mine coaxes me into sleep.
This time, there’s only a soothing blankness. And we sleep just like that; backs curved together, my head folded in his chest.
As we hold hands, I fall into the awaiting darkness.
Mots clés distress cute heartbreaking
The rest of the girls out there are just shooting stars," Simon whispered into my ear. "They're on a crash course to nowhere. But you, my lady friend, you're a black hole. You've sucked me in, and now there's no escape
Amanda HowellsMots clés romantic stars cute symbolic warm
I need a friend and you seemed nicest. I think you and I can have more fun than those fake people on the other side.
Liz Grace DavisMots clés friendships cute
You look at me with them eyes of yers, an I look at yer lips... an all I can think about is what it'ud be like to kiss you.
Moira YoungWearing that? Wouldn't you fancy a shapeless cardigan instead? You rock a shapeless cardigan, honey.
Sarah Rees BrennanMots clés humor cute dad endearing
No, I can't die because there are too many jackasses falling over themselves to take my place! I may live forever just to spite them!
Jamie McGuireMy boyfriend's an idiot," I say as soon as he lurches away.
"A cute idiot," Ally corrects me.
"That's like saying 'a cute mutant.' Doesn't exist.
Mots clés cute mutant idiot cuteness
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