A cute boy is beginning to find comfort in you that he can't find from anyone else and swears to keep it that way.

Y/n l/n has been at the grave for as long as she could remember, Nica Dover has recently Arrived, she can already tell that the "Golden Boy" (her crush) Rigel Wilde likes her, she starts to feel intense jealousy towards her, for Rigel is her "Golden Boy"... does Rigel actually feel the same towards y/n?..... Or does he feel that way towards Nica?...... find out what happens in the story..... :)

(Authors note:this book has some references to the movie called Tearsmith, it's a Rigel Wilde fanfic, and he's the love interest in the movie, so please don't say I'm copying it I already know) He was so broken, he had much trauma and pain. She was forced to be perfect. His life was like listening to a good song without knowing the meaning or noticing the flaws, you don't understand it, it's all fun colors and good dancing and good singing until you realize what you're actually singing. He was seen like that song all the time, good lifestyle and decisions until they actually read the lyrics, broken lyrics filled with messages and riddles that can't be unsolved, he was misunderstood, he was numb he was used to it and he was exhausted. She was confused, a fairytale life filled with depression and scars, her scars we sign of how many times she battled and lost but didn't give up, always forced to be perfect and to be that perfect song that everybody talked about, no flaws and no imperfections, truth is. She wasn't a song, she was just lyrics in form of puzzle pieces that were impossible to understand and connect correctly. Similar thing that riddles and puzzles have, they connect, they're almost the same but nobody can u riddle them, when people get tired of puzzles they put the pieces away, and when people don't get riddles they give up, but what if there's a person that doesn't give up, and what if there was a person that doesn't put puzzle pieces away when they can't build the puzzle?.

I remember the night I gathered his broken heart with my bare hands, trying to put it together. I eventually did, assembling those little pieces like a puzzle, leaving some behind and allowing the sharp ends to stick into my veins. It felt like poison without an antidote, aching and burning inside me. That was our kind of love: unusual yet delightful. cover by @cravekiss

Brandt x Dani( fem reader)

If you can't choose one why not choose them all.