As A Cliché: A Short Story
Once upon a time I thought I was on top of the world. I thought I had complete control of my life. Well I'm not. I'll be the first one to tell you that I'm one of the most damaged people I know, and I know myself pretty well. I know how dark the world can get. I know that sometimes once you take away a girls smile and her cup of Starbucks, if you care enough to move the beanie out of her eyes you may actually see how she really feels. Of course not if she's like me. I've learned to hide my emotions, pretend everything's all right.
I thought that no one could bring me out of my wonderfully miserable world. Then Jax came back.
