CRISPEN
Red. Orange. Blue. It's beautiful, in a tragic way. The flames reflecting over the surface of the water. A liquid sunset. It's ironic how peaceful I feel as I watch my entire life burn to the ground. The only quiet I've had in months is found at the bottom of a swimming pool, my lungs screaming for just one precious bubble of oxygen. I haven't yet decided if I'm going to succumb to the consoling stillness when flashes of white light swim around me. The sirens are loud enough to penetrate the water. The quiet is gone, and I can't help but feel a sort of resistance as firm hands clasp around my arms, pulling me to the surface.
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As We Burn
RomanceIt only takes one spark. Nineteen-year-old photographer Parker Ambrose wants university to be a fresh start from his traumatic life back home. The last thing he needs is to get wrapped up with Crispen St. Clair, his rude and enigmatic roommate - ev...
