It was then that I knew. As his devil eyes, blue and cold like winter, peered at me from around his expensive camera, I knew he was different. His gaze tore through me like I was air, cooling my veins to the core and taking my breath away; it was then that I figured out he was like night air. He was cool and mysteriou...
a story where a boy and a girl meet because of her bruises. - copyright olivia lee 2015
in which a boy that commits suicide, gets another chance at life. © uhmirwin 2014-2015 {lowercase intended + alternate universe} {COMPLETED}
Alyssa was like a rubber band. Everyone pulled and tugged and plucked and yanked until eventually, she snapped.
