Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

Callum Wright, the boy with a heart of stone, is the number one target of Hell Week. And Scout Dawson, who fights fire with fire by falling in love with him, can only get burnt. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014 by Noelle N. Cover by @stereohearted.