Maybe Fate is a real witch.
Things finally looked u
p
but I find everything crumbling
right before my eyes.
'Shut up, Mia.' my tongue was urging to snap.
Screw being gentlemanly.
Screw niceties.
What the heck is even this?
Sorry Artis, but I guess I really should end things before I move it with you.
No matter whether I get burnt or cosied up.