Isla
He's so stupidly sweet that it's enough to have Isla blinking quickly all over again, the medic huffing out a not-laugh and raking her fingers back through her fair hair in an unconscious echo of his gesture. "I wasn't okay," she murmurs, speaking slowly that her voice might stay as steady as she wants it to. "But I think I am now. I didn't... I just... Cal, I've been such an idiot." Rubbing at her forehead, she sniffs and glances around the place.
"It looks perfect," she mumbles. "Only I don't want you to go and find your own place. I messed up when I sent that note. I can... do you want me to explain? Because I just really want to take everything back and try again, but if that's weird for you, or if you think I'm blowing hot and cold, I understand."
"It looks perfect," she mumbles. "Only I don't want you to go and find your own place. I messed up when I sent that note. I can... do you want me to explain? Because I just really want to take everything back and try again, but if that's weird for you, or if you think I'm blowing hot and cold, I understand."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
