Ripped Wings and Dead Eyes

Ripped Wings and Dead Eyes

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Romance
"Ones pain is not always equivalent in size nor time, but that does not mean that it is not equivalent in worth. All pain is equal if it has the same root. Then, if a different root, they will not be equivalent at all, for there is nothing that can be equivalent." Rusame story with stronger themes in the dark department. I will not lose the plot to this one this time cause I have hundreds of papers and note files everywhere so the last incident doesn't happen again. All art is mine unless I say so. The Cover art is painstakingly mine, and it was made on ibispaint x
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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

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