His Neverland [Unedited and On Hold, mabye?]

We just stand there in the middle of the sidewalk, holding each other as if afraid of letting go. I need Delilah. I need her so damn much, and it scares me to no end. I'm terrified of the day when she realizes that I'm not worth it; that she can't accept everything that makes me up, that she can no longer love a monster. I need this girl, and I don't think she knows it, though. I think she doesn't want to accept the fact that I need her, and that maybe, if God will bless me, she needs me, too, and I hate it. I hate that she's scared. I hate that she want to end her life every time she wakes up, and remembers who she is. I hate that she's hurting because of who she is, and who she loves. So for now, I just hold my girl, hoping that my love can somehow rub off on her scarred, little heart.

[HIS NEVERLAND]

Every love story starts out cliché, but as we journey near the middle onto the end, each one is seen in a different light and is given the title original.
-Emilia Edwards-