She tilts her head, pencil resting near her lips.
โStay a little longer,โ she murmurs, voice quieter than the wind.
The sky deepens, and you realize โ this is how she paints the night.
ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ฆใๅพใใ้็ญใๅใฎ่ฟใใซๆทปใใใ
ใใใๅฐใใใใฆใใใ๏ผใใจใ้ขจใใใๅฐใใชๅฃฐใงๅใใ
็ฉบใ็พค้ใซๅคใใ้ ใใใชใใฏๆฐใฅใโโใใใใๅฝผๅฅณใๅคใๆใๆนๆณใ ใ
zayn
2025-10-10 16:42:30 +0000 UTC