" I think you're pretty great... "
Send “i think you’re pretty great” for your muse
to comfort mine when mine is beating themselves up.
❝ I —– ❞ The man froze, hands fidgeting around with the beads of the bracelet. Hazel hues focused elsewhere as he heard the familiar voice come from the side. With sealed lips, the redhead wraps an arm around the other’s torso, feeling the light of the harsh sun beam down on his porcelain skin. ❝ You really think that, don’t you ? ❞ A subdued, & wondrous voice left his lips.
The man inched towards the other, gently propping his head against his shoulder with soft tears forming on the waterlines of his eyes. ❝ Thank you, Jet. ❞

