❝No one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes, who smell like smoke, who taste like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems, and so many sad dreams...❞ © all rights reserved // emily-j
❝I won't get mad if you admit that I'm a fucking murderer. I just don't want you to be afraid of me,❞ he says quietly, his lips apart, a mix of outrage and fear in his tense eyes. He takes a drag of his cigarette. ❝I'm not,❞ I mumble in surprise, my breath running short. He looks down at my lips admiringly, his hand r...
COMPLETE "The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is a reaction, both are transformed." Alexia Holloway has the perfect life, good grades, great friends and a promising future. She knows what she wants and how to get there and stays on the straight and narrow path to a...