"Why are you here?" "Why aren't you letting me in?" "Can't you see? You're wasting your time." "The same way you waste yours doubting yourself? You have galaxies inside your head. Stop letting people tell you you cannot shine." In which the way leaves fall from trees, he falls for. her: slowly and all at on...
"No I did not. Listen, I don't know why you won't get this through that thick head of yours, but I don't want you." I say lying. For a second he looks hurt then quick covers it up. "Prove it." He says. "What?" "Reject me." He says. If you really don't want to be with me as much as you say you don't, then reject me."...
She loved the way his eyes glistened when he looked at her, and the way his heart beat sped up as she pushed against him. But deep down, she knew that was just a facade which hid the unpleasant truth. ≠ "Promise me you won't hurt me.." "Princess, I can't promise sober things from a drunk soul" Was this Stockholm syndr...
gone ɡôn/ - adjective 1. no longer present; departed. "You look pretty when you cry," his cold green eyes stared into my glossy blue ones as he smirked and caressed my cheek "keep pissing me off, you'll be lookin' beautiful." {Warning-} \\age gap\\ usage of alcohol/drugs\\ explicit language/content
//This is not The Fault in our Stars by John Green, it is a fanfiction. All copyright belongs to John Green and the Penguin Young Readers Group. This book contains spoilers// (Although I was the FIRST to write a fanfiction with this idea, I do not own the idea) Hazel Grace Lancaster has been mourning after the death o...
