"i'm a walking enigma, i cause trouble wherever i am. why would you want to be around that?" "because i love you, luke." (luke hemmings au) all rights reserved Undergoing MAJOR revision !!!

"Give me ten days." He whispered, fighting my reluctance to look into his eyes. "Ten days?" I asked, crossing my arms. Did this guy think that this was a joke? Or a game? "Ten days and I'll give you ten reasons to why you should want to stay alive." He answered, biting his lip. "I don't even know you-" "Deal?" He asked sternly, cutting me off. I shifted and searched through my brain for any reason- any- to why I should refuse. But really, what was there to lose? "Deal." I whispered. I watched as a smile tugged at his lips. "See you tomorrow then."

[au] she was inked onto his skin and stitched into his heart.

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

"Why is green your favorite color?" "Because it's the color of your eyes." Long time best friends, Luke and Autumn, spend their first year of college living together. They would say unexpected love is the best type of love. Copyright © fluffycashton 2018. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

COMPLETED | That was the thing about him– she never knew what he was thinking.

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

about the girl that loved colors almost as much as she loved him. book one of the suicide series.

❝ you're the only boy who's ever made me forget about all the bad, you're my distraction ❞ © hemmkinks **warning: deals with depression/self harm/suicide throughout much of the story, don't read if this is a triggering subject for you.

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose him all at once; you lose him in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and his scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in his closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of his that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that he's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.