"we are bound to each other's hearts, cold, torn and pulled apart, this love is like wildfire." sequel to To Build a Home, a John Murphy fanfiction.

"They won't let me stay Freya, not after everything I've done... they don't trust me, and I don't blame them. They just see me as... the bad guy," he confessed before he stood up, beginning to walk away. He didn't want Freya to see the tears slipping from his eyes. "John?" she called out timidly across the almost empty room. He stopped in his tracks, taking a deep breath and turning reluctantly, revealing his disappointment. "Yeah?" he asked. "I don't think you're the bad guy."

"Survival isn't who you are. It's who you become" Currently editing and improving my John MurphyxOC Fanfiction:)

"So I would watch my mouth if I were you, John Murphy. You're very easily replaced." •If only she knew how difficult it would become• |Read at your own risk|

After being locked up, and judged all her life Mercy Archer finally gets a chance to start over on the ground, but that doesn't seem to be as easy as she thought. Everyone has heard of the terrible crime she committed, but there is one boy that doesn't seem to be faced by it, John Murphy. They are both two misunderstood people that according to everyone else did terrible things, but did anyone ever stop to listen to the reasons behind their actions? "We fight every night for something, but when the sun sets we're both the same."