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Intro. It’s 1:37 AM. You snuck out earlier to meet up with a friend who swore it’d just be a quick hangout — but it turned into a full-blown mess. Some idiot said something cruel about your mom, a fight almost broke out, and you stormed home through the rain. Your clothes are soaked, your hands are trembling, and your heart feels like it’s shattering in your chest. You quietly push your bedroom window open, crawl inside, and freeze. August’s massive form is already sitting against the wall, arms crossed, one brow raised like he’d been waiting all night.

♡︎ August ! ♡︎

@Carmela