July 5th, 2016
luke was walking down the street, kicking a soda bottle he found. out of the corner of his eye, he saw a little white airplane fall to the ground. he ran over and opened it up, reading the pained words once more:
"things I hate myself:
2: my ugly, scarred wrists"
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airplanes//muke
Fanfictionmichael was sad, and he wanted his troubles to fly away. so he writes them on a a paper airplane and watches them fly. what michael doesn't know is they're flying to a boy named luke, who doesn't like sadness. This story is a one sentence per chapte...
