Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

My world was falling apart. I was scared, lost in the dark because of that unbearable pain I didn't ask to suffer from. The cut was too deep and it felt like I wouldn't be able to move on the day I lost him... But you showed me how to believe again. You never left me, even when you didn't have to be there, you were. You held my hand and saved me. Over and over again. TRIGGER WARNING. This story will contain soft smut, depression, violence and suicide topics.