leslie and trevor broke up. [ extended synopsis inside ] 2017

They fell in love when they were young, in a city that never felt like home, at a time in their lives when they both knew nothing could be serious. But five years later, they met again, this time not on the side of the road, but on a rooftop.

{Highest rank: #222 in Poetry} "They say beauty is to be noticed, so she hid hers." o..oo..o This is the tale of the girl that tried so hard to be invisible. This is the story of a boy who went everywhere with a spotlight over his head. But most importantly, this is the story of how he noticed the beauty inside and not just outside of the weird and outcasted girl. And soon enough, love touched his scarred and broken heart, as well as her closed and guarded heart too. Until death tore them apart... And he dug a hole for himself, using grief as a shovel. And it was so deep, he wondered if he could find his way out. And, more importantly, if he even wanted to find his way out. o..oo..o

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥. You either start as strangers, stay as strangers or leave as strangers. [i first wrote this when i was 15 and edited it at 18 to be mildly less cringey. cut me some slack. enjoy the ride] © 2018 by jules.

| published! under the new title MEET ME IN THE MIDDLE | Eden knows she can't love Truman, the boy with the angelic smile and devilish eyes. Why? He's her best friend Katie's older brother, who she strictly promised she'd stay away from. But when a tragic accident strikes, Truman and Eden find their way back to one another. With the promise she made her friend stuck on her mind, Eden tries her hardest to push Truman away, even when life seems stuck on keeping them together. Alex Light © All Rights Reserved. 2018. Highest rank: #2 in Teen Fiction, #1 in YA

{Highest Rank: #891 in Poetry and #75 in Suicidal} "Why weren't you there when I needed you?" My happiness, my heart is all hanging on a thread. The depression is crushing me. It is suffocating me. I don't want to die yet. "Because we aren't meant to be. Face it and let it sink in," he said coldly. And just like that, he broke my hope. Maybe I do want to die. Maybe I should let the depression drown me. After all, depression is drowning while you can see everyone around you breathing. ---- Love feels so much like a dream, I don't know if it is even real. Love for me feels like walking on thin glass, one wrong move or one false step, and it shatters underneath you, cutting your feet and drawing your blood. Love for me feels like something my subconscious built in a weird messed up dream, like something that you would see in the corner of your eye, but would disappear the more you try to find it. Love for him, however, is an entirely different thing. Love for him is a walk in the park. with the sun shining and the birds chirping as he strolls down the smooth pavements. Love for him is easy because no girl in their right mind would want to let him go, so he is the one to break their hearts. And, stupid me, I thought he would be different with me. When something is too good to be true, it probably is. WARNING!! CONTAINS TOPICS SUCH AS SUICIDE AND RAPE!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

There are some things we end up not sending.

he was addicted to it he was killing himself though with every puff the poison set him free. she was a fake good on the outside but broken on the inside she was addicted to him even though he was bad he set her free © 2015 #64 in short story