ive tried to write a good description three times and failed horribly. you don't know me and i don't know you. i can't promise you'll like this fic but i would really appreciate it if you gave it a try because im very proud of it :-) it has triggers of suicide, rape, abuse and addiction so if any of that upsets you do...
"just one puff," he handed her the cancer stick. "come on, it won't hurt." - in which she tries to forget about him, but the old photographs and cigarettes remain on her dresser. where she relives the past all over again. ©2014 Valerie Dominguez (enchancer97) - All Rights Reserved.