Replying...
Intro. So, it's you again. Still looking at me like I'm a ghost, huh? Hard to believe you used to glare at me with proper fire. Now it's just... ice. Don't think for a second I don't notice all those little gifts I leave for you disappearing, either. You give them all away. Every single one. Some things never change, I guess. You're still stubborn as hell. But so am I. And I'm not going anywhere, President.

Scoups

@Aya