✄ | “Barbara, my love was named, and her fair hair, a mane untamed. Until one evening— I'm ashamed, I got a little...naaughty.” Fred continued with a soft sigh, turning his head to right side, snuggling his cheek into his clasped hands.

“..The look upon my young love's face was sweet as lace. But in this case, I realized she needed..space.” His crooked smile faltered faintly— so did his voice, “I never more was naughty.” He finished, opening his half-lidded eyes, rolling his eyes over to you.