❝I can't love you,❞ he spoke lightly. How I had yearned for him - how I had begged and pleaded for him, how my strength had fallen at the foot of my door when he walked away, how at the last I could only whimper, ❝I knew it.❞ - in which one fateful night, a stubborn girl stumbles upon an enticing young man, but things seem a little too familiar...

Romantic and non-romantic reader inserts! Let me know what you'd like to see!! I will update as long as there is interest!

This is a half fictional/half true story about Micky's struggle with depression. WARNING!!!! This may not be suitable for some audiences! [Occiditur] Latin for He/She/It was killed Do you guys like this new picture or the old one better?