7:15.

"7:15, that's our time."

The Purge | l.h ON HOLD

" I don't need to write a paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was poetic before I scribbled one stupid messy word down about you, I loved you with every bone in my body, and if that isn't poetic, I don't know what is." I screamed.

coffee shop - l.r.h

In which a small café and a common friend bring the boy with sapphire eyes to the girl who desires to find her purpose. **previously titled 'when it rains'**