tw: story contains talk about depression, selfharm and suicide, please don't read if you feel uncomfortable, contains mature content as well Hanna Riddle is a senior, last year of Highschool, nothing special. Her friends are still there, well a few at least, her girlfriend had broken up with her, yes, but she didn't have time to care, and, the new english teacher caught all of her attention anyways.. Hanna wasn't popular, people didn't seem to hate her, but they just did not care about her, but everything was fine, she had friends, her parents were still together and school went on fine. But when she was alone, it wasn't as nice, the scars on her arms, securely hidden under long sleeves, told a different story. No one knew, and they wouldn't care, right?

Theirs was a different kind of love; they had played their roles during the day, but at night, away from the press people, away from the blinding lights, they found comfort from each other. But fate never favored them both and both ended up closing each other's curtain. But as time passed, they'd be stumbling back at each other's arms: would they be able to continue what was once forgotten and discarded?

🚨 𝐍𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝. ⚠️ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️ The kisses and the intoxicating touches linger like a sin - those should not be done and must be stopped, but the rhythmic sounds of the moans are enough to make the sin run for what it feels like forever. Would they be brave to worship a sin as if it is a saint worth worshipping for?