"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

Cecelia goes to the park every day and sees a shadow near her. That shadow belongs to Calum.

"god, i hate putting up lights." he said to himself. "just don't fall off the roof, dumbass." she mumbled. |christmas short story| ©All Rights Reserved | shirtlesscalum [lower case intended.]

❝Once you lose someone, it is never the same exact person who comes back.❞ Highest Ranking: #112 in Short Story (01/11/2015) Date of Writing: 01/06/2015 - 01/12/2015

"luke, i'm totally okay." "indie I know you're hurting. look, let me help you." in which a band member and a ballet dancer meet over bruises and apple juice. »tw//abuse«

he was a goner from the beginning. © 2016 | nvrmiind [this is a short story]

"now son. i'm only telling you this because life, can do terrible things." © 2015 by whattheclifford (for the epilogue) ALL CREDIT TO MAYDAY PARADE. [one sentence a chapter]

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