Shy Eyes

Shy Eyes

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Tue, Aug 28, 20183h 56m
Paisley and John Evergreen have been riding in the same boat for a long time, living with their violent parents for all of their lives, left with nothing but each-other. Paisley believes she is only a whole person when he is with her. They protected each other from all of the evil presented. What happens when that gets taken away? What happens if you find someone who can fix it, but you don't know how to let them in? What if things can never be the same? How can she accept what has happened? Can she move on? Can she survive? Or is something holding her back: Something giving her hope to move forward.
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(Book 1) (Emo Boy and Nerdy Girl Series) (WARNING: Crude humor, suicidal, and/or violent scenes in this story. If you do not like or feel uncomfortable with those types of things, then please do not read.) (PG-13) (Completed.) ---------------- I'm not normal. She's not normal. This ill-fated relationship isn't neither. Our relationship is filled with regrets. Way too many to count. Many from me. Drugs, alcohol, pain, and–...Love. It's a shame that I just had to ruin it too many times. I feel as if it's my fault that I'm now imprisoned in my little world of darkness– Forever. It was my choice. Possibly the worst one I've made in my unfortunate life. I could only imagine what her's was like though– What type of hell I put her through this whole time we were together. I miss being alive sometimes– With the sunlight's warmth shining against my skin, and myself breathing, my heart beating. I no longer function the way I did whenever I was alive. I'm just stuck here in this little world of mine I call home now. While yet, she's an angel floating in the skies, I'm just an apparition that nobody notices. I'm becoming a psychopath it seems like... I'm sick of this world. I want to see you again, my Princess. Let me tell you the tale of the used-to-be–... Us. From both of our perspectives.

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