"No no, it wasn't your fault, I'm ok that's all that matters, but if it hadn't been for him, I don't know what I would have done." I said, trying to convince her that I was okay. "Who's he?" Brooke asked as she gave me a blank look. "I don't know, but Brooke, I need to find him. The way he looked into my eyes I felt...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature...