❝ he told her the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breathe. ❞ {memoirs from a girl who didn't realize how much he cared until it was too late.}

Five months. Five months left until Noah could leave this horrible place. Get away from Nick and his friends... Brooklyn was tired. Tired of always fighting. Maybe Washington could relight the fiery spark... A story of two high schoolers, trying to find a beginning in what seemed to be the end. Pretty rough, and I plan on editing it soon!