"We're the worst couple," Remington laughed, lacing our fingers together. "Just two suicidal kids trying to make it through life." "I like your scars," I said, tracing my finger over the lines of his skin. "They make you who you are." He flashed a smile at me. "Thank you, baby." If only I'd known a few months later what I'd be facing.

"Remmy, why do you like taking photos of me?" August asked. "Because you are ma chérie," he smiled down at the photo he just took. "You know I don't speak French, what does that mean?" She whined. "Don't worry about it, kid," he ruffled her hair walking away.

MY FIRST NON BVB HA This is a lil Palaye Royale/Remington Leith story because why not lmao Basically a bit of a Peter Pan story with a more modern twist.