careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
A story about two boys, love, loss, friendship and all the messy in-betweens. 🦋 As peculiar as what he said might have seemed, it drove Golden Boy absolutely mad with want. Because it was him, it was Starry Eyes. Starry Eyes, who's words were poetry. Starry Eyes, who embodied beauty. Starry Eyes, who's p...
❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.
Imagine living your life waiting for a single touch-a touch that will change everything. [Book #2 of the Soulmate Series] ©felicitate | 2015
