Maybe my small world is beautiful. Maybe the bleak nights of London spent without her can be beautiful. The tenebrous concrete walls that brought me nothing but regret and anguish can finally be endearing because of Freya . . . . . . I just wanted to keep a quiet life for myself. Spending my uni days in London was sure to keep me on that path. After all that's what my mum and sister had envisioned for me. Nick was never meant to be apart of my life. Yet, I find myself hung up on him. . . . I don't miss you. But sometimes we lie to comfort ourselves, after all the past six months have led back to you. . .
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