custard.

I've had a lot of spare time on my hand(s). If I can count a hand that isn't entirely useful. Tybalt sorry for coming home late last night, hope I didn't wake you. I left some money on the fridge and brought some milk. There's custard on the stove. (I love custard)

Lately, there are these moments I have, they remind me of tybalt's freckles, insignificant, tiny things, which will change if I don't glance at them everyday and sometimes change despite all my effort for them not to. Sometimes when things get darker, they begin to fade, and I forget, and her face gets pale and I get scared.

and the only thing I really want to do is open a window and let light in on her face, just so the freckles can reappear again. So I can have those moments back.

but its so cloudy here,

so Tybalt doesn't have as many freckles as she used to.

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