COMPLETED | "But it tears me up inside because she doesn't even know I exist."

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

everyone said that nails were painted to suit someone's mood. but her nails were always painted black. {{book 4}}

she'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}

she'd disappear with strange men and return an hour later, her lipstick smeared and eyes damp with tears. {{book 2}}

sometimes the scars were there, sometimes they weren't. it all depended on the concealer. {{book 3}}

the one where two boys meet on a train in the city of chicago.

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours