" I don't need to write a paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was poetic before I scribbled one stupid messy word down about you, I loved you with every bone in my body, and if that isn't poetic, I don't know what is." I screamed.
Imagine this. The world has gone to hell and all man-kind are left undead, roaming about for those who survived. You have remained unscathed with more than enough food and weapons. But that all turns upside down when four boys suddenly march into your life, leaving you to die. © han 2014 [partially based off the movie...
❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford
