He stole roses from the garden And he also stole my heart

in which one accidentally sends nudes to the other.

"it hurts." troye cries holding onto jacob for dear life, the pain in his body so great dying felt worth it. jacob kisses his forehead, salty tears falling down his face. "i know it hurts." !tracob! | triggering content |

"what are we going to do?" "anything we can to keep you here."

In which a boy with a bad habit of getting himself drunk learns that sex isn't everything.

I try so hard to forget her, but I can't. I can't forget, Brooke. Change is good, right? People change all the time. So why is it so goddamn bad that I have?