Fuel
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bymilena•~9min
Genres & Atmosphere
Her leg jerked nervously as if it was late, he cleared the way for her to follow and she headed for the door and slammed it with all her might. He watched her walk away in the low light of the late afternoon. I won't give up on you!... It was the first lucid sentence your mind could extract from that whirlwind of thoughts. The second was: ...Because I'm tired of running away.
Synopsis
Her leg jerked nervously as if it was late, he cleared the way for her to follow and she headed for the door and slammed it with all her might. He watched her walk away in the low light of the late afternoon. I won't give up on you!... It was the first lucid sentence your mind could extract from that whirlwind of thoughts. The second was: ...Because I'm tired of running away.
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