pouring rain | s. mendes

a story in which two fragile entities cross paths, filling each other with love that they do not carry for themselves.

Typical

"I hate you.." He spit, looking me dead in the eye. "The feelings quiet mutual Mendes." I went turn away, not wanting anything more to do with this boy. "But." He grabbed my arm, spinning me back around fiercely. His cigarette filled breath hitting my lips. "I can't help but be insanely attracted to you." And I couldn...