Andie Fons
Joined June 2021
0 stories
Stories (1/0)
eleven : thirteen
you shove your hands into the pockets of the light winter jacket you wore. the cold air of the river biting into your skin as you walked out of your friend's apartment building and into the street. mark trailing behind you for a short huff of breaths before you see the white puffs of air in front of you.
By Andie Fons3 years ago in Humans