three am.
you haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.
He is fifteen and funny and handsome. I am thirteen and naïve and infatuated.
❝So you hate this place too?” he asked, a twinge of curiosity hinting in his voice. This whole encounter was probably the first one we really had. “I have nothing against this street,” I clarified. “But if you're referring to the orphanage, yeah, I'm not really fond of it.❞ Claire Musting lost hope for a g...