Do we meet again? Or part ways?

He didn't say much, as his attention was fixed on the front door of the main house.I took a close look. The wooden door was covered in pits and grooves, as if intricate characters had been carved into...l my bones especially "small," always being held by his hands around my shoulders, pinching my waist, and gripping my wrists.Even in that chaotic and sweet moment, hold onto my ankle.I never thought t...