𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐡 -

One could say that I'm a failure - that I'm nothing but a nuisance, or that I'm a criminal that deserved to be behind bars - And honestly, I couldn't give two shits about what the next person could think of me.

I'm what they call a survivor. Risking, and doing things that no 18 year old kid should be doing. So yea, I could care less about what people could think of me.

So why was it that when this 𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐞𝗼𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝗺𝗼𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 looks at me, do I want to hide my harsh cold world. To keep her at bay from who I 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 am.

But I wanted her - 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, but nothing good would come from ever loving me.

𝐈𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐢 -

He was quiet, laid-back and a 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 asshole. Yet, I just can't seem to get him out of my mind.

He has that certain . . . . aura about him. One that I'm awfully familiar with. I needed to save him before it was too late - before I 𝐥𝗼𝐬𝐭 him too.

His eyes always seemed to draw me in. It's like he was calling to me - as if he 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 me, as if he 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 me.

I wanted him - badly. I wanted him so that I could hold him. To be the one to help him stitch all his 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 and just maybe . . .

He could help me fix mine too.