her chin was resting on the dip in the top of my guitar, her head tilted but eyes still on me. Eyes like moons; round, grey, and -despite having no glow of their own- stealing sunlight and claiming th...
her chin was resting on the dip in the top of my guitar, her head tilted but eyes still on me. Eyes like moons; round, grey, and -despite having no glow of their own- stealing sunlight and claiming th...