❖1950's❖ It was wrong, so very wrong. I knew that I shouldn't have felt the way I did towards him, but I did. I couldn't help it. No matter how inappropriate and corrupt our relationship was, I could not let go. He had my heart and soul, everything really. The only problem was he worked for my father. He was a servant. A worker. A laborer. Highest rank: #185 in Fanfiction *One of my first stories so please don't hate on it too much!*

✖ She lived her life in the luxurious avenues of Manhattan. He lived his life in the graffiti filled streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. They had lived merely one subway stop apart their entire life, but with a world of difference. trailer by @validus Copyrights 2013 © arietem