𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬
The gentle breeze carried her dark brown hair through the wind, her mind somewhere else. His clouded, grey eyes looked like a mysterious pool of nothing as her dark, sepia eyes stared right back into his in a manner which could display nothing but her longing heart. Her gentle voice broke the deafening silence. Deafening, but comfortable.
"when do you plan on getting a life?"
"when you plan on ge...