LittleFreeBear

Second Chances I was very nervous. I might've been confident when I confronted him and kissed him, but that bravery has abandoned me. Therefore I was currently pacing, awaiting his arrival or face rejection. I sighed and pulled a hand through my hair, tugging at the strands. But after months, even years of watching him, I came to like what I saw, even though it was hard to crack through all of his façades. I never knew a person carried such a large amount of them and could still tell his real self apart. It's wrong to live behind one. Though being a Slytherin and a Malfoy, it was probably necessary to an extent. But I would never condo