04.30.05

sliding, speeding

You joked about it, how reckless you were. You said we would die, that you were known for it, but under you were saying how worried you would be of me. Each curve, my dear, slid me closer. I would laugh, too, because it was endearing, because it was a show, because I wanted to.
My favourite moments were wandering down the roads, every way but the right one, talking till we had missed another turn.
But only alone with you, only with you.

shi-ou-sama at 5:12 p.m.

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