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, —
⋆ 𝒂mbrose. retweeted
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.
shaky hands press tight against his temples, eyes closed as if to block out any light ——-
a pounding headache has begun to form faster than he'd like.
⋆ 𝒂mbrose. retweeted
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
⋆ 𝒂mbrose. retweeted
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐚n𝐲t𝐡i𝐧g ⠀ I’ve ⠀ ever
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ִ ⵌ ✞ ⁔⁔ ۪ t͟r͟i͟e͟d ⠀ to ⠀ keep
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ by⠀ ⠀force ⠀ I’ve ⠀ 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 .
⋆ 𝒂mbrose. retweeted
when i have to die, i would like to die on a day of rain — long rain, slow rain, the kind you think will never end.












