"Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴀs ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ's ʜᴏᴘᴇ Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ Sᴋɪᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ I'ʟʟ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ Aɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, I'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ Wɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴀsᴛ" ~Lᴜᴄʏ Sᴘʀᴀɢɢᴀɴ~ Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛᴛ © Wanderless, Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

"So since you left me when I needed someone, you now get the agonizing pain to hear me talk about my problems and how I need someone, but most of all you. Are you ready?" © xlonglive. All rights reserved. #125 short story #309 fan-fiction

i can feel the hurt. there's something good about it. mostly it makes me stop remembering. niall horan au