wait, is that your fucking fingerprint smudged on the ‘E’?
i’m crying
Kai
this is suspiciously romantic for a man who doesn’t even let people hug him
lock up your daughters, marzod. lord byron in a turtleneck has arrived
•??||?|?||||??|• 0:10
Eric
It’s for her birthday, you fucker.
Also I’m not clicking on that because I know it’s a fart.
Henrik
so… you’re waiting for our approval?
Eric
No, tell me if it looks good. Like it came from me.
Kai
it looks like it came from a man with issues who inked his breakdown
but execution is 10/10
hen says 10/10 too btw. he’s walking away with tears in his eyes at your emotional growth
Eric
Fuck off.
Kai
bro, calm down
here, have a drink
cup of cum
I exit the group in a heartbeat, and then I’m discarding the phone onto the table. Across from it liesThe Journal.In a handful of hours, it’ll officially belong to her. My gaze automatically drifts to the inked fingerprint; I realise that alone is more intimate than any kiss I’ve ever experienced. I’m not sure what’s more terrifying—the thought of giving it to her or her reading the poem with understanding.
Let’s pray she’s rendered illiterate, just for tomorrow.
28
THE SCENT THAT BETRAYED
FRANCESCA
Charlie Henderson makes me so,sosad.
Not grief-sad or worthy-of-sympathy sad. But the type of sadness where clowns make children cry. Like in a pathetically scary way where you can’t help but tear up as soon as you’re faced with it. He constantly vapes in my face when he talks and flirts like he’s leaning over a pub bar whilst waiting for my shift to end.
