"So what's your favorite author?" I ask him, trying to make some conversation if I want this thing to work out.
"Emily Dickinson" He simply said, putting back his notebook in the pocket of his sweatshirt.
"Why?" I ask, looking at at him, while I stand up from the floor.
"Because her favourite subject was death" He said not looking at me, putting his hands next to the notebook, in the pocket of the sweatshirt.
"Hm, what a shame, me too" I say smiling a little, making him to curve the corner of his lips a bit too. Well, maybe it's not that bad after all.
A.N Sooo, to start this, I want to tell you that this is my first English story that I've ever written, and please forgive any little grammar errors,and feel free to correct me if you want to. Please be kind :))
And also this story contains harsh language and mature content.
So if you don't like these characters and you don't feel comfortable reading them,please don't. Thank you.
Also thank you for reading, it means the world for me ❤
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Lilybee
Romance"So, what's your favorite author?" I ask him, trying to make some conversation if I want this thing to work out. "Emily Dickinson" He simply said, putting back his notebook in the pocket of his sweatshirt. "Why?" I ask, looking at at him, while I...
