latch :: calum hood (rewriting)

"whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." ©PLVTONIC

When It Rains In Ocala

Never was there a girl so innocent, so good. So clueless to how this world works. She fell hard and fast for the boy in the rain. Never was there a love so pure, so perfect, so right. They were living the perfect fairy tale, if only she could see. But that poor girl was only dreaming the perfect dream, for fairy tales...