Saving Delilah // Luke Hemmings //

❝ ℒights will guide you home, and ignite your bones. And I will try to fix you ❞ "They say that when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. But what if the lemons are old and out of date? What if life just keep throwing really bad lemons at you and there's no way you can make anything good out of them?" I was losing her. From day one, all she'd done was slipping right through my fingers. And she didn't care anymore, didn't care about anything. Delilah's life was fading away, slipping out of her hands. With every move she made, she was putting her life in the hands of people who couldn't care less about it and all she got back was things that brought her down even more. But she liked it. And that's what scared me. She was barley holding it together, yet she was still alive. But then her life made some backflips and she found herself balancing on the edge of a cliff in desperate need of someone to save her. But how do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved? How do you save someone who's already gone?