"From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes, I waited ages to see you there, I search the party of better bodies, just to learn that you never cared, you're on your own, kid, you always have been."
— You're on your own, kid, Taylor Swift.
The only time Jesper had ever seen Trixie cry was at this very moment, almost believing the girl was incapable of any emotion other than happiness and annoyance, which she mostly felt towards Kaz. Yet, seeing the scene before him, the girl's tear stained cheeks as she held tightly onto a bag in her hands, slightly shaking. It broke his heart, seeing her lack the joy she once had, replaced with utter despair.
YOU ARE READING
𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 ➶︎ 𝗞𝗮𝘇 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗸𝗲𝗿
Teen FictionA convict with a thirst for revenge, a sharpshooter who can't walk away from a wager, a runaway with a privileged past, a spy known as the wraith, a heartrender using her magic to survive the slums, a thief with a gift for unlikely escapes, a ballet...