Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and hope had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind-like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. But hasn't it been this way for the past three years without him? "Have anyone made you feel like this? Wet like this?" I don't know if I'll survive this time-but I'm still asking for one more chance. "Just one... and I'll make everything right." But why do I have to beg for it? Why am I the only one fighting? Why is it always on me to fix what's broken? "Do me Jungkook, p-please." Love-so simple, yet impossibly complicated. No matter what he's done, no matter the hurt or the distance, I'm still in love with him. And I want to fight for us one last time. I need to see how it ends, even if it breaks me. Just one final try. "With all the pleasure. I will fuck you, only fuck you with everything I have Daisy." There's no point in hoping, is there? He isn't here. He isn't coming. So, there's no chance at a happy ending for me now... is there? The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. I knew this from the start. I should have known better, should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who doesn't believe in love. NOTE: This book was completed in 2023 and is being rewritten this year. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©nrhkrs #wattys2019

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️