Survival of the richest. Glory and Gore go hand in hand. +- this story goes hand in hand with 'What if we were f l o w e r s' It doesn't really matter what order you read it in, but if you'd like more backstory, suspense, I'd recommend reading Wiwwf first.

"I'm just with my friends o n l i n e, and there's things we'd like to c h a n g e."

"What if we were flowers?" "I don't think it'd make a difference."

Things aren't the same anymore. There's no thrill in jumping onto train tracks when you hear a train coming. No fun in buying your favorite cigarettes at the run down gas station. nothing is the same. I've tried to go back and do the things we did when you were still here, but it's not the same. "I promise that you'll never be lonely." EDIT: was my first book off wattpad, made when i was 15, many errors, plot holes, and rambling. read at your own risk.

The Sequel to: When you were still here. The PoV is from Ash EDIT: written when i was 15, cringe-y to re-read, deep poet try-too-hard-wannabe, read at your own risk.

❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford