❝We're going to pretend as if we fit in here. We're going to fit in, act insane and not let anything ruin who we are.❞ [on very long hold]

cryp·tic [krip-tik]: secret; obscure in meaning With twenty six letters, she composed words that placed the fragility of her life into the hands of someone else. With those same twenty six letters, he formed pleas for her to stay. (#151 in Fanfiction) © 2013 by isohlate. || All rights reserved.

"Calum?" my voice sounds around the filthy and rather empty space. Dirty containers along with endless amounts of beer cans, boxes piling with dust, broken glass, and a dull carpet stained by what I hope isn't blood is littered around the sleazy room. "Ivy?" a voice slurs from a corner. His grey long-sleeved shirt is smeared with a deep shade of red, eyes red from the alcohol, striving to stay open. Sitting on the ground, he rubs his eyes and takes another look at me, "Is that you?" he croaks. The papers I held in my hand falls as my jaw drops along with it. A forbidden tear rolls down my cheek. What?