«Don't talk to me about integrity.» «Oh, really?» «We both messed up.» «Yes,» she exhaled. «But if he ever finds out, who do you think he'll be angrier with? His ex, or his best friend?» He looked at her from the other end of the classroom. «Depends. Are you going to keep leading him on like that? Because I'm warning you, Emma, you're not a good liar.» «You think so? Yet that night, I faked it well enough.» She put weight on the doorknob, and it screeched. «Don't ever look for me again.» Before Fred could counter, Emma slipped away. TW: Eating disorders, sexual content, use of drugs and alcohol. This is the English translation of the story. You can find the original version in Italian on my profile.

I could be the rest of your life or whatever. oscar piastri × fem! oc © nyxxcoco, 2024

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING