❝are you taking a picture of me?❞

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

"how could you not fucking tell?" Luke yells as he slams his fist against the wall. "i-i don't know.." I stammer out and shrink back. I knew Luke would never hurt me but he seemed so angry. He notices me trying to get away from him and his face softens and he turns to face me and reaches out his hand. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. And I fall right into his angel eyes.