embarrassment coloring his cheeks.
"Oh, yes. No, I mean, I don't mind. Here," words tumbled over each other as he stumbled over himself, gathering the journal from the space beside him and scooting over to make room for the other. "Sorry. There, there you go."
surprisingly, Ambrose had a day for himself. the last few weeks had been horribly busy between services, and meetings with community members, and setting up yet another fundraiser for a family that didn't even attend his church . . . . and —
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cedar wood cologne.
“ Do you mind if I sit with you? “
His voice was smooth, low, partially graveled from just finishing his cigarette.
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him to fully respond. his gaze lingered, a single once over of the person standing in front of him taken in before settling on his face; as if Ambrose was unsure if he was an actual person. however, something within his mind clicked —— thick brows raised in shock, —
there is always a part of my mind that is preparing for the worst, and another part of my mind that believes if i prepare enough for it, the worst won’t happen.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ If you are to be the sun, I am to be Icarus, a fool fated to fall and burn before I ever reach you. Even on wings of wax, I would fly towards you.
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