I didn't fall in love with you just once. I fell in love with you when you would run through the moonlit streets, smiling as the cool, midnight air hit your face. I fell in love with you when you would laugh in a hundred different ways, all cute and adorable. I fell in love with the way your hand would trace circles at the top of my hand. I fell in love with the way my name would spill out your lips when the teacher told us to partner up with someone for a project. I fell in love with you so many times but soon after, you fell for someone else - we never fall in love just once. I'm Kaiyo and here's my story.

~ Her skin prickled almost painfully, it felt like someone had sent a great wave of electricity right through her. When she coughs in her hand, her palm comes black, red and pink - blood stained azalea petals tumbling like graceful ballerinas from her mouth onto the blank pages of her notebook. ~ !! gay writing ahead !!