(Luke Hemmings Fan-fiction)
Warren, was a quiet storm. In her head she was a loud raging machine, in her life she was a quiet, kind student. Living with her mother in Virginia since she could remember was difficult. They never had a bond, never shared moments.
When her mother slips Warren's fathers name in a drunken stupor she begins her chase of traveling cross-country to meet the man who disappeared when she was days old.
Blowing into the new town like a hurricane she meets Luke, a kind boy in ripped black jeans and vans. There both on different missions, but somehow through the confusion of every wrong turn they manage.
||A Luke Hemmings fan fiction in which she meets him in depression recovery||
You could see it on every inch of him. His hands were red and shaky as he spun a silver ring around his pinky finger. Tears poured from his squinted, puffy blue eyes and his mouth was in a slight frown that could break your heart with one glance. He was the kind of sad that was trying way too hard not to be.
•trigger warning for self harm•