I think I've ruined my life over a boy.
Over four little letters that somehow always manages to weaken me to a point of breaking.
But maybe, just maybe it'll be worth it. Maybe he'll finally see me as more than just a good kid.
A cliche wrong number story. Boy gets girl's number, boy texts the wrong person, etc. You know how it goes. But what if boy finds the exact opposite of what he was looking for? What if he finds more than that?
--Disclaimer--
I don't own any of the pictures used in this story
--Possible Triggers/Warnings--
Mention of depression and suicide
Mention of suicidal thoughts and feelings
Strong and suggestive language
I hope you enjoy this story!
(This is not edited so if you see any mistakes feel free to point them out and I'll try to get around to fixing things)
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