Michael
Connor has been sleeping all day. And when she's not sleeping she's on her phone texting Ashton. I shouldn't be jealous, which I am not.
I am not.
Maybe.
No.
Yeah.
No.
Ugh.
Connor
To: ashh?
11:07 p.m.
"she asked me son when i grow old"
From: ashh?
11:07 p.m.
"will you buy me a house of gold?"
To: ashh?
11:08 p.m.
"and when your father turns to stone will you take care of me?"
From: ashh?
11:09 p.m.
"i would take care of you, connor. i would right now but im stuck in hell"
To: ashh?
11:10 p.m.
"it's that bad?"
From: ashh?
11:11 p.m.
"11:11 MAKE A WISH"
From: ashh?
11:14 p.m.
"what did you wish for"
To: ashh?
11:16 p.m.
"a pony and a lolly"
From: ashh?
11:16 p.m.
"haha cool."
To: ashh?
11:18 p.m.
"i actually wished for..."
From: ashh?
11:18 p.m.
"for what?"
To: ashh?
11:36 p.m.
"u"
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Broken Home
Fanfic"We can live in a broken home together." [A.I.] **TRIGGER WARNING !!!!!!!!!!: includes death, cancer, self-harm, and depression** ***COMPLETED: 3/14/16*** cover art credit to mylastnameiscuadrado on instagram
