Perfection
Every little girl wants her first kiss in the rain, or under the stars.
She wants the perfect guy. She wants the perfect place. She wants the perfect time.
Perfection.
But Liam wasn't the perfect guy. He had tried to kill himself not to mention he loved her all too much.
It was not the perfect place. He was still standing on the welcome mat and she was inside the house, letting all the cold air in.
It was not the perfect time. He had just come back from the hospital. She was a mess. The worst kind of a mess.
Yet, she couldn't help but feel that it was completely perfect.
For the first time in her life, she felt giggly, she felt like laughing.
She felt like pulling away from him and laughing. Laughing so hard that it would scare him.
Shea didn't though. She reveled in the feeling of kissing him.
Happiness was filling her to the rim and she was in no position to stop it.
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First Love
JugendliteraturShe ripped him apart, bit by bit until there was nothing left. Until she had him all. He fixed her. Over and over. He replaced all the pieces she didn't have with his own. He was her first kiss. She was his first love. And it was like a movie. Like...
