First Person P.O.V: VALENTIN HACKSAW
A night passed with us being cringy at each other, but I’m not complaining. It still felt foreign that we’re casually doing this, but I’m aware of how stupid that sounds considering that it was me who proclaimed my feeling on a cold and windy rooftop like we’re filming an overused scene in every f*****g romance movie ever that’s going to milked out and cash-cowed for the whole year.
I’m pretty embarrassed I had to do that. But if I confessed my feelings under normal I won’t know how to react. I will probably dig a six-feet-deep hole to bury myself in as I wallow in the fact that I was carried in the spur of the moment and decided the saying ‘I love you’ to her after presuming she was dead was the best course of action to take.
We had a long talk aft
