A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.

If only I knew what my heart was saying,I would know whats right or wrong right now.

She's a bad girl. And he is the bad girl's bad boy. - This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents that are mentioned in this story are products of the writer's imagination and are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), or actual events is purely coincidental. Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display or create derivative works from or exploit the contents of this story in any way. Please ask permission.