❝ Windows down, the air rushed in. Sneaking glances at her, I admired how the breeze gently blew the strands of hair that fell out of her braid away from her face. Her expression was serene. It was in little moments like that. Little moments where the beauty she held was incomparable; nobody could compete with her. ❞ the diary entries of a boy who's hopelessly in love with a girl.

...stays on the balcony the only separation between aimee and jace's balconies were the two parallel metal rods reaching just three feet tall, a rather ineffective barrier between the already short spaces. they could hear and see everything from their designated sides, so naturally it would be easy for the conversation to find itself going deeper than just a few snide comments.