ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ || ɢʏᴜʀɪᴄᴋʏ, ᴍɪɴᴀᴍᴢ

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
In a few million boys;
I'll always choose you.

Or not.

Any similarities to people, dead or alive, are purely coincidental. This is just fiction, no hate to any idols mentioned in this story.
Warnings:
•Angst
-this will be related to what happened to my sister, this will become basically a diary for me, I apologise in advance. I don't have anyone to talk about her to, so I hope you will bear with me.
•Mentions of r@pe, I do not want to elaborate on this issue, please do not read if it would make you uncomfortable. Your mental health is much more important than the storyline. I'll be giving warnings, and I do not want to affect the storyline too much if you skip those scenes.
•smut? Idk I don't think I'm old enough for this-
I really admire Myth's ability to write, I hope this would live up to your expectations.
-love, Ellery