(Authors note:this book has some references to the movie called Tearsmith, it's a Rigel Wilde fanfic, and he's the love interest in the movie, so please don't say I'm copying it I already know)
He was so broken, he had much trauma and pain.
She was forced to be perfect.
His life was like listening to a good song without knowing the meaning or noticing the flaws, you don't understand it, it's all fun colors and good dancing and good singing until you realize what you're actually singing. He was seen like that song all the time, good lifestyle and decisions until they actually read the lyrics, broken lyrics filled with messages and riddles that can't be unsolved, he was misunderstood, he was numb he was used to it and he was exhausted.
She was confused, a fairytale life filled with depression and scars, her scars we sign of how many times she battled and lost but didn't give up, always forced to be perfect and to be that perfect song that everybody talked about, no flaws and no imperfections, truth is. She wasn't a song, she was just lyrics in form of puzzle pieces that were impossible to understand and connect correctly.
Similar thing that riddles and puzzles have, they connect, they're almost the same but nobody can u riddle them, when people get tired of puzzles they put the pieces away, and when people don't get riddles they give up, but what if there's a person that doesn't give up, and what if there was a person that doesn't put puzzle pieces away when they can't build the puzzle?.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
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