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Foolish Moments

She took too much whiskey last night
Filled the emptiness that was inside of her
Let her forget for a moment
The time it felt to have his strong arms to circle her
She shifted for a moment into the warmth
Then her eyes shot open
And he was there, in her bed, next to her

She felt the cold wash over her
He wasn’t suppose to be here
Not in her room
Not here with her

She looked to make sure it was her bedroom
She felt nervousness as she glanced at the door
He must have mistaken her room again

She pulled away until his arm shot out and pulled her against him

She squeezed her eyes shut
He wasn’t hers
He wasn’t meant for her
He wasn’t the one that she would end up with
There was no chance that he would ever want someone like her

He felt her stiffen and let out a long sigh
He had a lot of explaining
But not right now, right now she was in his arms

He liked her better when she was drunk
Everything came out from her usually quiet form
He knew where he stood with her
He knew what was on her mind
It either took pissing her off or getting her drunk for her to open up

He would have eternity to make things right
To get her to have no filter
He promised himself, he couldn’t wait to tackle this world with her


"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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