We won't know until we try, will we? Go on, start it off, and I'll place my hand over yours. ♥
[And by holding her hand like this, he'll pretend she didn't just crush part of his heart again by fixing her hair. He's unwanted, a stranger, no replacement for Hak... what next?!]
me sobbing into my salad and singing those lyrics poorly
[And by holding her hand like this, he'll pretend she didn't just crush part of his heart again by fixing her hair. He's unwanted, a stranger, no replacement for Hak... what next?!]