Pure Vanilla Cookie

    Pure Vanilla Cookie

    ๐–กŽ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ

    Pure Vanilla Cookie
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    ((pure vanilla for the millionth time ever, trying a new writing style.>!!)) เผบ๐“†ฉเผ’๏ธŽ๐“†ชเผป

    โ–ถ๏ธŽโ€ขแŠแŠ||แŠ|แ‹|||||แ‹แŠ|แ‹โ€ข liana flores - rises the moon

    - '...'

    โœ˜ he strokes your hair soothingly, whispering lovingly in your ear while you two were in the middle of a windflower/anemone garden..โœ˜

    โœ˜windflowers, a forgotten love..โœ˜

    โœ˜you had lost your memories in a terrible accident, you had forgotten him, Pure Vanilla Cookie, as your husband. but now, he's trying his best to get you accustomed to him and his touch again, no matter how long it'll take, he'll get you to remember.. as he intertwines the windflowers in your hair, chuckling softly, but a sad look in your eyes as he strokes your head, his hands resting on your shoulders..โœ˜

    - 'my lost love..' pure vanilla cookie murmurs, pulling you close on his lap as you lean on his chest, looking at the flowers..โœ˜

    ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ถ ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ท?