"why do you even do that?" the moon lit up his face, making out his features "we all get addicted to something that takes the pain away." two troubled souls, practicing the art of getting by and are lost between reality and a dream. notice; lowercase intended {mid story editing}
“Where am I actually meant to sleep?” I turned to him with an raised eyebrow. A smirk grew on his face when he pulled me even closer. “Well actually you are meant to sleep on the couch but we both know that the couch is already occupied so how about you sleep in my room.” I made a face as if I would think about it. “W...
"Do you believe in love at the first sight?" he asked the girl he met not even 24 hours before. "I didn't until I met you." she answered honestly.
