My body is an earthquake. I tremble until cracks form along my skin. My soul is a hurricane. I am a raging storm with a peaceful hidden center. I am not a freak accident. I am a girl. I am a girl who suffers from anxiety attacks. And you are a boy who sees me as a natural disaster. All rights reserved ©AnxietyA...
In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing
What do you think would happen if you started seeing glimpses through your soulmate's eyes, knowing you're due to meet them in a week? [Book #1 of The Soulmate Series] © felicitate | 2015