^{not a book.}  

^{bin ch ……. ♡}

_{“  angel’s the last thing i’d call myself.  “} 

^{“   WHAT – WHY ?!  what the hell’re these things ?  “} 

    ^{“  uh —–  who are you   ?  “}

    ^{@bopness    /    random ask.}

^{she casts the line that hooks him in this little reverie.    she can pull him out of it or dip him in    as long as it was julia  (  the mysterious julia  whose familiar hands have touched him in places seen and unseen and whose touch still haunts him even when they are separated.  )     tonight she pulls him away after a day together with  both their greedy hearts,   spending stolen hours away from   THEM,   hidden away in their little sanctuary where no one can reach.} 

^{though   as good as it was    …   it has to meet its end and the realization has him open his eyes with surprise.}  

^{late.   what was it again ?    and he tries to piece together their previous discussion with his mind’s tired hands,  struggling to be coherent.  his body moves on anyway,    slipping away from beneath the  cotton sheets and retrieving his clothes draped at the foot of the bed.}    

^{“  late ?  for ——   what ?  “}  

   ^{/     random ask.} 

^{it dangles and his eyes fix on it for a split second before reverting to his cool,  collected stance :    eyes shut,  a hand in his pocket while drawn back shoulders lack a care in the world.   he’s just about to walk past   …    til he subtly makes a swift grab at the box of cigarettes,  also taking the string with it.}

^{it’s his now.} 

^{“   can you just get to the point already so we can be done here ?   “} 

^{ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.}