Only Angel- H.S

CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE | DRUG ABUSE | SEXUAL CONTENT | VOILENCE/CRIME

I hear the clicking of his stupid boots, he wears them everywhere, on the hardwood floor, "What are you doing here all by yourself?"

"These people are giving these shitty situations out like free hugs around here." I grumble, laying on the empty ballroom floor, staring at the pretty painted ceiling, it looks like a pregnant woman worshipping a man. "But I don't like hugs. I hate them."

"It's not as bad as you seem to think it is, really; I'd say it's not bad at all." He's talking softly, not quite a whisper. "I mean, at least I'm here."

"Exactly." I whisper, standing up, getting ready to leave now that he's here. "You're here." I can tell he's smirking now. That stupid devilish smirk that everyone seems to love, the one that almost, makes me weak in the knees. Almost.

"You're the hug." I breath, just loud enough for him to hear as I breeze by him, walking back into the covered area of the deck. Always running away, never moving towards something.

Maeve Tomlinson just finished uni, and everything around her is going downhill. Her girlfriend is hiding something huge from her and now she has to go home to her snotty bullshit parents for the summer, and she is getting roped into something she did not agree to making her end up in the middle of the fucking ocean with idiots she can't escape from. Not anymore.

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STARTED DEC 2020 - ONGOING