Fixing you || Ariella & Evan
Ariella wiped at her eyes, biting her lip as she looked at her bloody kitchen table. On it was her Slave, best friend, and lover: Evan Whitlocke. She felt herself start to cry again as hunched over his chest, sobbing. She shook her head strongly, biting her lip as she took deep breaths. Ev… Evan… can you hear me?