Jesse
He touches me.
He loves me for my body...
not for me.
He is not my beloved Nick.
I am sad.
Nick
I can see my ribs very clearly. It has been a month and I have had scraps of food. I will love her until death due us part. I promise. I hope she is happy, and living with her mother instead of her dreadful dad.
He doesn't deserve a jewel like her. No one new who ever crosses her path will ever deserve her. No one will love her like I do. My love for Jesse cannot be written. It cannot be simply said. It only exists far beyond infinity.
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I Tried
Teen FictionThe two 15 year old kids named Nick Turner and Jesse Campbell found love in a darker place which was known as St. Marks Place mental institution in New York City due to both of them trying to commit suicide. Will they end up actually confessing thei...
