#bernvrdi

[ SENT 7:45PM ↬ ROMS ] i found my edibles in the back of my freezer !!! do u wanna see if theyre still good ???

[ SENT 4:12AM ↬ SHES A DOLL ] dnt u evr feel guilty ? sometimes its like u cnt even feel. it’s scary. ur scary.

It was well past two in the morning and, having just been kicked out of a dive bar, the pair decided to start heading back to campus. He could only imagine what they looked like to the gaggles of drunken teens they passed along the sidewalk. Dahlia without her shoes, red wine stain down her entire front, Ronan with blood dripping from his nose, shirtless with Dahlia’s jacket draped over his shoulders like a cape. They looked like chaos, but he felt more at peace than he had in a very long time. The were taking turns sharing the stories behind their various scars when the sky began rumbling above them. Ronan looked up just in time for a fat raindrop to splat on his forehead. Seconds later the downpour launched. The two slowed to a stop, their hands still clasped, basking in the sudden weather change. He estimated they had about fifteen minutes before they were drenched and the rain became less serene and more of a nuisance. That should have kicked him into geer; powered him to walk faster so they could get back to Hendrix before the worst of the storm. Instead he turned his head to the left where he could still hear French music drifting out of an all night café, and then right to look at Dahlia. “Mrs. Norris,” he recounted the humorous alias they’d chosen for scamming restaurants into giving them free desserts for their ‘anniversary,’ “would you grace me with a dance?” He released her hand to give an exaggerated bow–when he looked back up the smile on her face nearly knocked him onto the ground. It felt like somebody had kicked him in the chest. Before he could catch his breath, she was in his arms. They swayed, and dipped, and spun, and shivered, and laughed. He vaguely registered that an older woman with an apron tied around her waist was watching them from the French café–whose door was now propped open so the music battled with the rain. The metal from the cheap ring they’d picked up at a pawn shop was cold against his skin as she slid her hand up his neck. Her finger was already turning a light green before the rain began, so, by the time he dropped her off at her dorm room, he was sure it would look totally rusted. He wondered if she’d keep it anyway. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he twirled them. Water was dripping from his hair, his fingers feeling numb from the cold, but still he wanted to keep dancing. It was only the thought that she must be losing sensation in her exposed feet that compelled him to bring the moment to an end. They stood entangled, their noses brushing as their giggles died down. Tilting his head down the tiniest fraction, he placed a feather light kiss against the corner of her mouth. “Alright, let’s get you home before your toes fall off,” he croaked, pulling back. Picking up her jacket that had fallen from his shoulders onto the ground, he tied it around his waist and then gestured for her to climb on his back. They continued on the path home, resuming their conversation with the ease of people who had known each other for a lifetime. 

i’m sobbing so hard i could put infants to shame. i can’t believe it’s been years!! ily SO MUCH 

OMG.... we need to change this immediately... slides into ur dms to plan a Thread!