"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and...
"tyler?" his parents are staring at him. they look worried. "sorry," he mumbles, and he means it. he sits back down. "thought i saw someone." WARNING: i wrote this a few years ago. it's a little graphic and a lot predictable. not my best work but i'm keeping it up because people seem to like it for some reason
❝He knew what he was doing. He wished he didn't.❞ a bully's perspective. Ⓒ 2015-16, paperhigh. Highest Ranking: #22 in Short Story [26/05/16]