“You know I’m scared of storms,” he told her. “I know,” she whispered, completely oblivious that for him, she was the scariest storm of them all.

"Why do you hate me? I don't understand." "I hate everyone, you're not special." ____________________________ there's a shoddy sequel too, btw. ____________________________ Short Story | #191 Recovery | #2

In which a boy dreams about a girl he's sure he's never seen before

She tries her hardest to look good but she still gets called ugly and she believes them.