(CURRENTLY EDITING) All I knew was that I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his skin against mine and his breath in my ear and his voice throughout every living thing in me, yet I knew it could never be enough. She lacked hope. family. originality. He lacked love. help. a story. And maybe, just maybe, they could help each other out. •"I just binge read this entire thing all day, and I regret nothing" -maze_runnin_edits •"I am sure this would be a bestseller" -thisisalexandra •"this book was honestly the BEST Dylan fanfic EVER!" -Garcia37
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