"What's wrong with you?" he asked me. There that sentence hung in the air between us, and I remember now how I wasn't looking at him. How instead I looked up at the clouds that seemed to run faster than my thoughts. "Yeah, there's a word for it," I think I said. - lowercase intended. cover drawn by me.
C O M P L E T E D Previously called: They Met On A Sunday ☙❦❧ "Beautiful," he mumbled to himself as he studied the way her hair fell down her shoulders. How her cheekbones sat. How her eyelashes brushed her brow bone. Everything about her. "Hmm?" she sounded out. She...
C O M P L E T E D ☙❦❧ "Who would ever love Medusa?" "The blind," he whispered. ☙❦❧ She was a daughter worth nothing in a family worth everything. They didn't want her and she was hurt. Neglected. On the other si...
"I never meant to hurt you," he quietly whispered. She scoffed with humorless amusement. "That's the thing isn't it? In the end, it all hurts the same." ☙❦❧ Tiana Reeves had loved a boy who never really knew her. When he fell in love with another girl, she didn't get...