He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNIN...
❝Tell me every horrifying dream you've ever had, even if my bones have to shatter or my ears have to bleed. Tear my skin apart with the words scraping off your tongue.❞ ❝I can't put you through this. You don't need to suffer, too.❞ ❝But I already am, Shawn.❞ • Shawn and Sophia have the typical teenage relationship. Th...
In which a boy was too much a nervous wreck to initiate a conversation with the girl of his dreams, so rather, he finds a loophole. [Completed.] © 2015-19 runninglow wattpad