"Why did you do it." Her gaze lingered and danced over her unsatisfying reflection. "What did I do wrong." She glared at the excess contour in her physical features, the brittle texture of her hair, and the dispassionate aura in her stale eyes. "Why did it have to be me." A faint glow overcame the dullness in her eyes as her mind began to draw her towards a small rectangular can. "Will this make anything better?" She grasped the can with her scrawny, neglected fingers and staggered towards her unmade bed to draw a plain, lousy circle with the fluid inside the can. "I take it all back." Before climbing into the circle, she wrote a small message on her tattered burgundy rug and lit it with quivering hands. "I wish I had the dignity to apologize." She took an old scarf and wrapped it around her mouth, holding in any future regrets. 'But there really is no reason.' She thought. Her frail limbs carried her towards the bed and she climbed onto it with the utmost care, as if she were hoping not to break it. 'I guess we could blame it on a lot of things, or we could just admit that we were never meant to be; but I've never stopped loving you.' She watched as the area around her began to swallow itself whole, and for a moment there she understood the true meaning of beauty. Her body convulsed and her heart and soul had melted like wax, but she found pleasure in every moment of it. She made no move to scream or fight her inevitable fate, but she was careful not to wreck this incessantly lustful feeling; she was careful not to wreck herself with it.

What the title suggested ; they are stranded in a island after their plane crashed, them being the only ones who survived.

Kellin moves to Sacramento and meets Victor... Is it love?

Vic's popular in high school and unhappy with his life so far. What will happen when Kellin moves to his school? What will happen when the two get to know each other? What will stand in the way of there happiness?

Danielle is a 27 year old girl whose best friend is the one and only, Kellin Quinn. When driving back from camping in the Sierra Nevadas, a little detour is made and she winds up meeting the guy she's been crazy about for years; Vic Fuentes. Will her and Vic ever be a thing? Or will she just become a one night stand?

Vic is in college with a History scholarship, not particularly happy with his choice of studies, but hey - he'll live. His college life is relatively normal and content until one day, while in the local library, he meets an Art Major with dark hair, bright eyes, and possibly the most perfect smile he's ever seen in his life. Except, when Vic tries talking to him, it seems like he can't hear a word he says. Actually, it seems like he can't hear anything at all.

[TRIGGER WARNING] Contains scenes involving self harm and suicidal thoughts. Vic Fuentes is having a rough time accepting himself and has never felt more alone. Until his old friend Kellin Quinn crashes into his life and makes it worth living. Can they keep their secret safe? {Story currently on hold}

It's a short Christmas story, need I say more?

❝ they said love comes from more then just the heart. mine came from hell. ❞ kellic au. triggering / [spanish translation is available on @piercethevein and on my translation reading list]