azalea. [on hold - editing]

"do you still love me?" his mouth couldn't seem to form the words right, in his drunken state, but i understood him well enough. i sighed and sank back against the wall, my lower lip starting to quiver.

"when you're sober, do you think you'll remember any of this?" he was silent, maybe not even there anymore, and only then did i start to cry. he was too far away to hold, but too close to say goodbye.

book one of the summer series. {books do not have to be read in order.}

officially on hold until the writing is up to my standards.