"To be honest, it feels as though all the wonderful pieces of life are flying around me and I'm grabbing them. Trying to catch them. Like when she laughs and I can see her nose crinkle, I try to catch the sound, but the pieces are ribbon slipping through my fingers and I can't catch them all. I can feel them slipping through my fingertips, close, so close. And then they're gone. And before I know it, I'll be left within the darkness."
- Adam Valentino
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Teen FictionHe was leaning up against the wall of the bus stop, his muscular arm above his head, his jet black hair was messy as the wind scraped past it as well. "You're surprisingly good at avoiding people," He stated, the deepness of his voice shocked me;...
