the kind of poems you only write when it's raining and 3am. book cover design by @_wacKo x

And so it begins. The classic coming of age story about a twentysomething girl, finding her way in the city. After graduating (with an Arts degree- questionable choice, but we'll learn about that later) she finds a one bedroom apartment and she buys a cat. Life is sweet. She's a living, breathing, cat-hugging cliche of a single girl. To many people that's how it looks from the outside, that's about as interesting as it gets, and maybe, that's even where the story ends. But that girl is me, and unless I am a total wet blanket, I think we both know thats hardly all there is to tell. The more you get to know people, the more you learn that almost no-one is living their life like it appears from the outside. I'm going to tell you what its really like to be a twentysomething, to live alone, dabble in online dating, attempt to navigate my first functional relationship, work for the boss from hell, and try to find my feet in "this economy". Come on, you know what I mean. But before we can even get to that part of the story, you have to understand how the story begins. So here goes nothing...

I want her. I want to break her. I want to love her. I need her. Its killing me. Shes killing me. Her and her silence. Harry Styles is the bad boy. The guy with the tattoos and the piercings. He has a reputation for having one night stands with girls, crushing hearts, and fighting. Flare Pulido is an innocent 18 year old girl. She has money. She's loved. She's cared for. She has everything handed to her on a silver platter. But there is one thing wrong in her perfect world. She's stopped talking. She's been mute for almost 2 years. When these two polar opposites meet, is it fate or not? She wants to fix him. He wants to break her yet secretly wants to fix her. Will they be each others salvation or there destruction?

"Are you ok?" I asked. "Yes." She said. "What's your name?" "Judith" "Ok Judith lets go for a-" "Who the hell are you and why do you have my little sister" I heard someone say from behind me. "She was about to be attack these dead guys. I thought she could use some help." I say. I turn to say handsome guy about my age maybe older. He had long brown hair and unique blue eyes. I've never seen eyes like that before. they look like they save seen thing and have secrets. What secret could you have? "Well then I take my sister and leave." "Ok" I say. I turn to walk away but he stops me. "Are you on your own?" He ask. "Is it that obvious?" "You can come with us if you want. We have a group in a prison over the mountain." I stare a him for a moment, then nod. "I am Carl. Carl Grimes." "Christina." "What no last name." "Last names aren't important Grimes."

fine can mean alot

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

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