Sometimes people scar us so much, that we almost give up on love.

"Bro, she cheated on me" "Who dis?" "Yea, I saw her kissing all over the guy" "Is this an April fools joke?" "I should've confronted her " "Haha this is a horrible joke, you know that?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What would you do if you got a text on April fools? Any sane person would block the number but Morgan Mae Hearst is just stubborn. Being the nerd in school doesn't bring that much excitement into Morgan's life especially when you're invisible until a certain text comes to her life in April Fools. Instead of blocking the number, Morgan texted him back. Nicolas Klyne found out his girlfriend cheated on him during April Fools. Knowing this, he did the first thing he thought of, tell his friends. Realizing that he informed the wrong number and the wrong person he apologizes but never in a million years would he think that it would be a 'thing'. *WARNING* 1) CURSE WORDS AHEAD!!! 2) 3-4 non- dialogue story ig: @syneshouse A/N: This is supposed to be a quick read. This isn't supposed to have any complicated plots or anything, just the development of two strangers that happens to stumble on each other.

❝ This is the closest I'll ever get to flying. ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ No one can fully understand the truth ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ behind a girls suicide, unless the girl ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ who jumped actually tells you the full ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ story. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But that's impossible because she's ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ dead. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But what if she could tell you why she ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ killed herself? Would you be willing to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ listen? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Well, I'm Amber Fields. And this is why I ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ jumped. This story describes the ten days before Amber committed suicide. Do not read if you are triggered by suicide or cutting. This story contains a small amount of romance. This is not meant to romanticize suicide in any way. Edited✔️

A collection of poems that may pain you to read, possibly as much as they pained me to write