"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"

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and with the deafening mind of hers came a sorrow she submitted to. it was as if she was submerged underwater for years of her life, solely being focused on how everything was amplified beneath the surface. it was all very loud, similar to the volume of river rapids, and maybe the only way for her to subdue it was to plunge into the rapids themselves; allow the current to carry her body as far as it could. because all she wanted was silence, so silence she received. + lowercase intended. alternate universe. sad. sensitive topics. short story.

{𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔} 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒚 29𝒕𝒉 2017 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 20𝒕𝒉 2017 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚: 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍

Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with bright leaves, and ever growing colors. EXCERPT: "Hi." "Um... hi." "What's your name?" "Sterling...." "Well... Aren't you going to ask me what mine is?" "No...Why would I do that?" "Because I'm a stranger peaking over the fence... I thought you'd be curious." "Well I'm a stranger sitting in a tree house... I stopped being curious a long time ago. Curiosity brings nothing but trouble." "Well I'm Harry... and I'm curious about you Sterling..." "Well... stop." -------------------------- DO NOT PRINT MY WORK!!! "Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you." - Isabel Allende • TW: mentions of death, and rape/sexual assault. PTSD.

"Wanna dance?" Ophelia asked the boy next to her while walking out of the open corridor. As soon as she stepped outside rain drops began falling on her head. She looked up at the cloudy sky and smiled. "Are you serious? It's raining." Draco stared at the girl. "Yes I'm serious." She laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him outside with her into the pouring rain. "You're crazy." Malfoy said looking at her with a smile tugging at his lips. - In which a mean, rich, slytherin falls for a charming, bold, hufflepuff. - {order of the phoenix - deathly hallows} - started august 31 2020 finished december 23 2020 - - some characters belong to J.K Rowling

Taking place in the summer of 1978, the story follows 18-year-old aspiring music journalist, nicknamed Goldie, tasked with following up-and-coming UK rock band - The Orphans - while they do their first tour of the U.S. New to life on the road, Goldie befriends Orphan's front man Harry Styles, a handsome narcissist with an addictive personality. "You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact." - John Lennon ➝ TRAILER: https://youtu.be/Oy8ixhAodNQ

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.*

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019