"Tell me something about you, Lace." "I don't like when you call me that." He raised his eyebrows, smirking at her attitude, "Why?" "Because it doesn't suit me," She shrugged, "I'm not seductive or even interesting in that matter. I'm just plain and simple, nothing special - certainly nothing like lace." He immediately stopped walking, which caused her to stop too since their hands were still holding onto each other. Looking her straight in the eyes, he shook his head, "You're fucking hot, Lacey. All whilst looking classy as shit. You're everything like lace."

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𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘰. •• 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 | 𝙨𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙮𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙

“But maybe you're hoping for a fairy tale, too.” | amazing cover by @CurentlyHungry

Where a naive boy falls in love with a girl who has a habit of leaving

"does she even know everything she's ruined?" book three of the suicide series.

"will you be here tomorrow?" "same time, as always." book two of the suicide series.

about the girl that loved colors almost as much as she loved him. book one of the suicide series.

COMPLETED | That was the thing about him– she never knew what he was thinking.

COMPLETED | MINI-SEQUEL TO PLACID | Silence won't save you.