Crush

"Blades cut just as deep as words. So what's the harm?"

Maybe if they cared, it would harm. Maybe if every word thrown at him wouldn't drive him closer to his easy way out of the labyrinth of suffering and maybe the new sunshine tomorrow would bring new hope. But it never did, and he was done with the false hope after five years.

But can a cliché art project with his curly-haired crush give Louis his happy ending?

This book is my attempt at fixing this fucked up world