Apr 1, 2013
Soaring, Flying || Jonissy
So after Jonathan finished dinner he went outside the dinning hall, with a jacket under his arm and a hand going to his jean's pocket's, checking yet again if his keys were there. Since they were, he leaned against a wall, dep in thoughts. In a way he had let his troubles with Kristine go too easily, but he didn't regret. He hoped he wouldn't regret it later. He ran a hand through his hair, willing himself to stop thinking about that, and busied his mind with where would he take Kristine, as he waited for her to show up.
