"I need you!" she stared, then blinked, her eyes showing regret and pain, then flashing back to nothing. "And that's the fucking tragedy, isn't it? Needing someone who can't help you." cover - @ArcticFlux

It felt so right, yet it was so wrong.

You are originally from London, England but moved to Miami when you mum thought London was a curse. You're not a sympathetic person and never get close to people but when a certain green eyed girls breaks your walls down will you finally let someone in or will you shut her down like everybody else. Not all love stories have happy endings.

Sequel to Dangerous --- "I don't know, but she's playing a dangerous game." And that's how it was on throughout. You and Lauren going around and killing people, robbing people. Ever since you left and Lauren broke your heart, you haven't gave a single shit. So, let's see what happens, yeah?

"I didn't want to do this, the voices in my head told me to. They told me that it was the right thing to do. It's not my fault. It's not my fault." I shook my head, staring at the wall ahead of me. My knees against my chest, my chin resting on my knees. "But it is my fault, it always will be. I'll always be known as the girl who murdered my brother and his best friend."