"loving her was inevitable. terrifying. the only thing that made sense." She came back to the only place that ever felt like home - a weathered cottage on the edge of Pleasant Bay, where grief echoes in the floorboards and every tide feels like memory pulling at her ribs. He came here to disappear - a man with a voice the world knows, running from the noise of fame and the silence left by his best friend's absence. Two neighbors, both raw and unraveling, colliding in a town that sleeps through the winter. Coffee shared on porches. Smoke curling into salt air. Conversations that feel like confessions. And the question neither of them dares to say aloud: what if healing isn't solitude, but finding someone who sees you in the wreckage and stays? A story about grief, love, and the kind of intimacy that feels inevitable - soft as a song, sharp as salt air, and impossible to turn away from.

Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance

"Jay, what do you want?" I ask him. He looks down at his calloused hands. "You." He answers, earnestly. I turn to Leo now, "what do you want, Leo?" His answer is identical. "You." I fumble with my red-painted fingernails. Jay's hand is rough and warm against my thigh. "What do you want?" He reciprocates my question. I glance back and forth between the two of them, the two loves of my life. I know what I want, and it's right here. Sitting on my right and left sides. "You." I finally sigh, "I want both of you."

Chuchoter (shu-sho-tey): a verb meaning, to whisper.

she was all flashes of cameras and bright city lights; he was just a simple photographer that was in awe of her. in which a photographer falls in love with his muse. © purelyhxrry book 2 ; paradox series ~ lowercase intended ~ c o m p l e t e d

❝He was filled with both the best and worst things; bad and good, but that's what tempted me. To think that he could both fix my soul and, also, that his needed fixing.❞ in which she must make a choice for herself; whether to live or to exist. ☁ {set in 1850.} ☁ © purelyhxrry c o m p l e t e d .

❝Somehow their pinky fingers wind up taut around each others, tears mixing with hushed promises that, one day, they'd make it out of here and they'd each have ten kids and they'd each marry a beautiful wife ("Not in that order, I hope," Louis jokes). Harry realizes that that's kind of the point, isn't it. That he doesn't need to know where they came from or what they'll do next: only where they are going. Where they are headed. So he locks fingers with all of them again and they fall asleep like that, underneath the stars, coyotes howling at the ghosts of their dreams that hover above their heads as they slumber, glistening sparks of passion dissipating into the night.❞ Historical fanfiction set during the American Civil War.

❝My name is Kendi, I am six years old and I like the colour yellow. In my village, I see people die and people's hearts get broken. But in the summer of 2014, I saw two people fall in love. In Africa.❞ in which two people come to understand that africa is not just a place for charity. © purelyhxrry book 3 ; paradox series. c o m p l e t e d

in which a lonely girl writes letters to her runaway love in hopes of his return. Dear Harry © louminosity 2014-2015 --- Completed. xx

"You're more precious than the rarest diamond or pearl. And even though we didn't work out together, You're still my sunset-set-set-set." - All rights reserved @finewinesippa