quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2

He put flowers on her doorstep for her birthday. Too bad Nina was allergic to pollen. [ cover made by @incendia- ]

The rising to the top band 'Sorry We're Late' has a new record label. Rise Records. Sleeping with Sirens also has the record label. The lead singer, Summer James Parker, has a past that everyone knows about... except for her. She doesn't realize that her forgotten past is a problem until she meets Kellin Quinn. She also happens to meet him during Warped Tour 2012, the tour she's been waiting a life time for. Is she going to let someone she thinks she doesn't know ruin this tour for her? Or, is she going to let him ruin it as punishment. And what happened in her past? Well, that's for Sleeping with Sirens to know and for you, and her, to find out. --QUICK NOTE! Kellin Quinn is not married in this story. Instead he just has a serious girlfriend. I was actually thinking about making him married or with Katelynne in this and them having a child but I just couldn't! Kellin is not the type of person to hurt his family and there is some harsh hurting in this story! I seriously do love Kellin and Katelynne as a couple though. They are so fricking cute! Thank you for understanding.-- Warning: Sexual content (not just heterosexual, guys. You are warned), vulgar language, self harm, medical issues, death, and violence will be in this story. I will warn you when and if characters in the story are getting it on, when and if characters in the story are dying (or in pain either caused by others or themselves), and when and if something goes down that I don't think all of you want to read. But, I will only warn you all if it is truly needed. :) Cover by: simplystiles-

-Soñaré por ti, Peace-August susurró sosteniendo la mano de la pelirroja-. Como tu resistes a mis pesadillas. Ella dormía. El soñaría por ella. De vuelta al negro. «dreamcatcher #2» *Puedes acompañar la lectura con una taza de café o té. Todo es mejor en una noche de insomnio.

-Yo soy un recuerdo. Y los recuerdos están hechos para ser olvidados-reflexionó ella. -Eso es mentira. Los recuerdos están hechos para regresar cuando lo deseas. Y yo quiero que regreses-explicó el. Ella olía al viejo recuerdo con té frío en los crepúsculos. El olía al mismo recuerdo vivo y a la madera quemada en una fogata. Ella era el mapa de la ruta de el. Y quizá era la máquina de escribir de ambos que les unía. Junto con los viejos cassettes de Death Cab For Cutie.

-Vamos, olvidemos los sueños-suspiró el. -Vamos, olvidemos tu mierda de pesadillas-replicó ella. Ella creía que los sueños eran estrellas, y el creía que los sueños eran una pérdida de tiempo.

Y si...¿Y si mueres?

Tessa Clare había perdido la memoria gracias a un trágico accidente de auto. Sin saber lo que le depara el futuro regresa a un lugar que jamás ha visto en su vida sin contar con que se encontraría con probablemente el amor de su vida. En esta historia no faltará el gran misterio de su verdadera historia.

"Donde la chica de cabello castaño adora la manzanilla. Y el chico que la observa adora que aquel olor sea de ella."

«En dónde una chica escribe cartas a diferentes personas, con las que siempre compara con nombres de flores.»