𓂃 Λ– ΰ£ͺ 𝕢𝑰𝑳𝑬𝒀 . (@ofaffabre) header
𓂃 Λ– ΰ£ͺ 𝕢𝑰𝑳𝑬𝒀 . (@ofaffabre) profile picture

β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €did you π–‡π–Šπ–™ that you could make β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €me π–•π–”π–•π–šπ–‘π–†π–— 𝙀𝙧 π™¨π™€π™’π™šπ™©π™π™žπ™£π™œ .ᐣ

eng/esp/ptbr. 21+
Joined January 2026
Photo by 𓂃 Λ– ΰ£ͺ 𝕢𝑰𝑳𝑬𝒀 . (@ofaffabre)Photo by 𓂃 Λ– ΰ£ͺ 𝕢𝑰𝑳𝑬𝒀 . (@ofaffabre)
γ…€ γ…€γ…€ γ…€ γ…€π˜ͺ 𝘩𝘒𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 π˜₯𝘦𝘴π˜ͺ𝘳𝘦 𝘡𝘰 β•± π–†π–ˆπ–™ π–”π–šπ–™ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 '90π–˜ 𝖗𝖔𝖒-π–ˆπ–”π–’ . γ…€
11
12
637
γ…€ γ…€ γ…€ γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€ γ…€ γ…€γ…€βŒ– @KEPTSECOND . γ…€ γ…€
i am prone to being forgotten. i have learned that i am relatively easy to leave.
1
66
Kiley had to let him finish talking. She had to hear all he had to say before she even allowed herself to unlock the little door that she had been trying very hard to leave behind. She had been trying so hard to throw away the key and leave it be. The whole situation with +
Alex didn't answer immediately. He just stared at her. Each sentence seemed to hit harder than the last. His lips parted, but for a moment nothing came out. β€œYou don't know how I feel?” His voice was low, slurred, almost disbelieving. οΉ 
1
87
+ mouth. "Do you know how long I waited for you to realize I was there? That perhaps he could have been something more? Do you have any idea of it? No, you don't." Her seatbelt was off the second the words spilled out of her mouth. "I don't want to be wanted only when you +
1
13
+ can't have me. That's not fair to me. I deserve more than that, Alex." She quickly turned her head away, the moment she realized her eyes were stinging from tears. Oh, how she hated to cry.
11
She pressed her lips together, trying to think through her possible answers, she didn't want to make it worse, obviously. . . Yet, she felt like she owned him an answer, the honest one. "I would have noticed, Alex. But, honestly, things aren't exactly the best between us +
Hw barely reacted when Kiley pulled the seatbelt across him. He just sat there, heavy against the passenger seat, watching her through unfocused eyes. Everything felt slower than it should. Her movements. His thoughts. Even the click of the seatbelt seemed strangely distant. οΉ 
1
1
256
+ about this, Alex. I used to know what you think, but now I feel like I don't. One moment you call it a mistake, the next you say it isn't." Her hands grip tighter on the wheel, as if her grip there would help with her own mind and its messiness. "And there is Dylan, I don't +
1
14
+ know what to do, I don't want to hurt him. Or to hurt you." Glancing at him, Kylie tried to assess if what she was saying was even making it worse. "Alex, I don't know what to do.
8
It tugged at her heart, seeing him like that. And honestly, she felt like her being there was bound to make it all worse. She felt like she would be the reason why part of his thoughts were a mess. Yet, she also hoped it didn't have anything to do with her, since she really +
He let out a weak, almost offended scoff at her comment, though he didn't have much ground to argue from. β€œWell... I know.” His feet dragged unevenly beneath him as they made their way toward the car. β€œ... Thanks, Kiles. Really.” His words came out slightly slurred β€”β€” οΉ 
1
1
159
+ the ticking bomb she had in hands at that moment. Getting in the driver seat, she turned around to put the seatbelt on Alex, leaning over him to pull the seatbelt. "I'm worried about you, Alex. I'm sorry I haven't been able to... you know, be more present." Her voice was +
1
7
+ soft, almost tentative as she sat back on her seat, putting her own seatbelt before starting the car. "Do you. . . well β€”β€” Do you want to talk about it?"
6
She stepped out of the car as soon as she got his text. Kiley knew Alex quite well and she knew, with a scary certainty, that he was possibly far drunker than he was letting on. Upon seeing how he was walking towards her car, Kiley know she was dead on right on that whole +
Alex had been sitting there with his phone loosely held between his fingers, staring at Kiley's message for a few seconds longer than necessary. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to her seeing him like this. πŸ“± : I'm coming. He didn’t answer anything else. οΉ 
1
1
1
107
+ situation. "You look like shit, Alex." She didn't even held back her words, as she wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him towards the car. "Why did you even drink that much, Alex? What happened?
14
She picks up her car keys on a rush, she didn’t really like when Alex drank or when he seemed to be going through something. It felt weird just being on the other side, the ones going to help him with something of the sort. When she usually was the one asking for help with her +
β€”β€”β€” πŸ“± : Kiles πŸ“± : Fine. Come get me. πŸ“± : And... πŸ“± : Thank you. πŸ“± : We’re not telling anyone about this. Like, anyone.
1
1
1
222
+ grandmother. After the short drive, she parked the car and quickly pulled out her phone. πŸ“± : I’m here. πŸ“± : Should I wait here or do you want me to pick you there? πŸ“±: How drunk are you?
21