"You see Gray," he looked at his trembling hands, "I was never the twin they loved. You were always greeted and hugged while I stood along the side watching. I wanted to believe that maybe one day I would be like you but-" he paused with a shaky voice, "-I was hated and then slowly, I began to hate myself too"
"one thing i know for sure is that you're not just a summer fling." ©balenciahoe
in which a girl can control her dreams, but what happens when she see's a familiar face in real life? highest rankings: #1 in luciddreaming
They thought there hook up would be just that. A hookup. But jughead Jones leaves a mark
"She is Art. What the fuck do you expect from her, other than confusion, beauty and a goddamn soul?!"
I've missed his touch. I've missed his embrace. I've missed his lips. I've missed his constant weirdness. I've missed him. I'll never get him back, that's the worst part.
"What'd you call me?" "Daddy." I say quietly, barely a whisper. "No you didn't, you called me Ethan." He slaps my ass and I gasp. "Sorry daddy." my story, don't steal. xoxo♡
