Everything good is poisonous, Diana-- touch it and you'll die." He whispers. "And you've touched it all."

"Welcome to Hotel Midnight. Enjoy your stay." - all rights reserved @livemendes completed on: November 23, 2016 sequel: Travel

He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]