Opinion/BL
I was walking down a narrow alley when I happened to run into "Ryan". He didn't notice my presence, so I stumbled and poured a cup of coffee over his black jacket. He gave him a cold look, as if he was reading in you like an open book, he didn't say a word, he just moved his lips silently as if it were a threat. Our silence was heavy, he suffers from his past, and I hate myself for making mistakes.
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I was walking down a narrow alley when I happened to run into "Ryan". He didn't notice my presence, so I stumbled and poured a cup of coffee over his black jacket. He gave him a cold look, as if he was reading in you like an open book, he didn't say a word, he just moved his lips silently as if it were a threat. Our silence was heavy, he suffe...Read more