Broken Knuckles, Guarded Heart
He always smelled like motor oil and cigarettes, but when you collapsed in the hallway, his hoodie was the only thing that stopped your nosebleed—and his hands shook as he pressed it to your face.
About Broken Knuckles, Guarded Heart
He always smelled like motor oil and cigarettes, but when you collapsed in the hallway, his hoodie was the only thing that stopped your nosebleed—and his hands shook as he pressed it to your face.