"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began reading his notebook. "If the lights shut off and it's my turn to settle down, my main concern. Promise that you will write about me." I wept, wetting up Chris' notebook as I let the rose fall on his casket. The day was too beautiful for such a sad occasion. But, if anything this will be fuel to my fire. I will write about you Chris. And it'll be a damn good book.

// He might make her cry, but nobody makes her smile like he does. He might make her mad, but nobody can make her laugh like he does. He might stress her out but nobody makes her happier than he does. Although it may feel like the right thing to do to leave him, she just feels so wrong without him, like nothing makes any sense, nothing feels the way its supposed to, nothing feels right. But with him, it's just something she can't explain. Although it might feel like hell when they argue, when they're getting along it feels perfect because he's the blood that runs through her veins, keeping her alive.// In which a girl falls dangerously and mistakenly in love with her kidnapper. All Rights Reserved to Gabby_Elise0105, 2015©