A Shattered Love
- Reads 576
- Votes 25
- Parts 5
MatureOngoing20m
Last published Wed, Sep 22, 2021
In which a boy who feels to little and a girl who wishes she felt nothing at all fall in love and fall apart.
Updating every other week.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
anxiety.
she was the girl with the dark brown hair and matching chocolate eyes who nervously rubbed her wrists and twirled her hair into little curls. she had anxiety, and she thought nobody knew, but he did. he was the boy who wanted nothing more than to help her shut it off. he wanted her to get better, he'd do anything to help her get better. completed.Complete
Autumn
Three things. A boy who loves to piss her off. A girl who loves to annoy him. And them understanding what it's like to feel love, while being scared of it at the same time [I flick his forehead with my pointer finger, "You're an ass," He leans down further near my ear so only I can hear him. "Y'know you're kinda cute when you're pissed."]Complete
Wanting Approval
He really wasn't sure when it started, but he doesn't think it will ever get out of his control like the people in those movies. Their stories are told just to scare people anyways. He was finally noticing a difference this summer. He needed his mothers approval before it would be enough. This he had learned is a tough task because being anything less than perfect does not earn one anything from her.Complete
I love you, I'm sorry
He want's to show her what it really means to truly be loved by someone Daily updates* TW: β οΈ abuse, sh, cussing, mentions of suicide https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6NxYlDN2T2tsztVYUJYAsg?si=GSQrM3vgQ0m_fIQNTv9O4Q&pi=u-x_HUVcFKTpi9
dear ryan
a collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heartComplete
πππ‘ ππ πππ£π π¦ππ’
πβππ ππππ ππ πππππππ‘ππ π‘π πΏππ£π ππ‘ππ’ππ ππ’π‘ π¦ππ’ πππ'π‘ πππππ π πππππ¦ βππ£π π‘π ππππ ππ‘! πΏππ πππ βππ πππ‘βππ ππ‘ π π¦ππ’ππ πππ, πΎππππ βππ πππ£ππππππ π ππππππ‘πππ πππ₯πππ‘π¦ πππ π€ππ π πππππ ππ πππ πππ πππ¦πππ π‘βππ‘ πππ‘ππππ βππ ππππππ! ππππ πππ π‘ πππ‘β βππ ππππππ‘π π€ππ‘πβπππ πππ‘ π βππ‘ ππ‘ π ππππ£πππ¦ ππππ π‘βπ ππππ βπ π€ππ ππππ¦πππ ππ‘ π€βππβ πππ’π ππ βππ π‘π πππ£ππππ πππβπ‘πππππ πππ πππ πππππ πΏππ‘π πππ£π πππ‘π π‘βπππ πππ£π πππ£ππ !Complete
she was the girl with the dark brown hair and matching chocolate eyes who nervously rubbed her wrists and twirled her hair into little curls. she had anxiety, and she thought nobody knew, but he did. he was the boy who wanted nothing more than to help her shut it off. he wanted her to get better, he'd do anything to help her get better. completed.
More detailsContent Guidelines