they tell me i am lucky. how can I forget? they make sure to tell me every day.
he chose me.
he could have chosen any girl in the world.
he still chose me.
«but why?»
now i know.
YOU ARE READING
canvas | ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ
Fanfiction❝his anger is the paint. my body is an empty canvas. he decides to color me in.❞ [book one completed]
