𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. • • • • • Life was not perfect for me, but he made it work out. He made it seem wonderful. He is my best friend, my saviour, my protector. Calix D'Angelo, the one my heart beats for. But when things change, roses wilt, blood is shed, and wedding bells are rung. I am the only one that seems to ground him to what's real, away from past traumas and inner demons. • • • • • "Ti amo, bambola." He whispered softly, his fingers dragging along the curves of my body as my eyes bore into his grey ones filled with a bright fire I lit. A bright fire that burnt for me forever and always. Author's note: All my works are COMPLETELY MY OWN. Please do not copy OR share my content without expressed written consent. All coincidences to any other story/person(s) are purely unintended and are simply a coincidence. Please do not use any portion of my writing in a manner as to claim it as your own.

currently: very slow updates. Fate decides my future, but I decide the present. - - - - - "Why are you so cold Carson?" He whispered, his gaze intense but I dared not look into those eyes of his. Only God knows what I'd do if I did. He calmed my chaos, but I was bad for him. "Life, Xavier. Life makes you cold." I replied with a frown, turning my head to other direction but his hands cupped my face and demanding that I looked at his face- into his pretty eyes. I always seemed to get lost in them, so pretty. "Don't let it then, be strong while feeling every other emotion. Have someone who'll hold you when it gets hard." He said, caressing my face softly with the pad of his thumb. My eyes pricked with tears, but I refused to shed them. Not in front of him. "I-I have no one, Xavier." I whispered, my emotions catching up to me at last. "Let me be your person." He smiled softly, tucking the hair behind my ear. Could he be my person? I want to trust him, with everything in me but my heart can only take so much until it breaks. My demons are too much, I hold too many burdens. I can't do this to him, not him. "I can't." Author's note - All my works are COMPLETELY MY OWN. Please do not copy OR share my content without expressed written consent. All coincidences to any other story/person(s) are purely unintended and is simply a coincidence. Please do not use any portion of my writing in a manner as to claim it as your own.

𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. Author's note - All my works are COMPLETELY MY OWN. Please do not copy OR share my content without expressed written consent. All coincidences to any other story/person(s) are purely unintended and is simply a coincidence. Please do not use any portion of my writing in a manner as to claim it as your own.

𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝚰𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝚰𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒. • • • • • Dear readers, Welcome all to my graphic shop. Kindly, read the information inside to follow along and learn more things about this book. Author's note - All my works are COMPLETELY MY OWN. Please do not copy OR share my content without expressed written consent. All coincidences to any other story/person(s) are purely unintended and is simply a coincidence. Please do not use any portion of my writing in a manner as to claim it as your own.

𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝚰𝐂𝐇É 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝚰𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝚰𝐓 𝐃𝚰𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝚰𝐓𝚰𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄. • • • • • 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. • • • • • Mr. Stalker: What's missing: A, E, _, O, U? Me: I. Mr. Stalker: What's the opposite of hate? Me: Love. Mr. Stalker: What's the opposite of me? Me: A successful person. Mr. Stalker: I'm heartbroken. Me: Congratulations. Author's note - All my works are COMPLETELY MY OWN. Please do not copy OR share my content without expressed written consent. All coincidences to any other story/person(s) are purely unintended and is simply a coincidence. Please do not use any portion of my writing in a manner as to claim it as your own.