I sometimes find myself thinking if I should have ever said those words with poison laced on them when his words were so sweet and kind.
Jealousy maybe, of the girl he claimed to have "loved"...or the thought of others who have hurt me and how he was hurting me just like he had been without knowing my real feelings towards him.
These late night thoughts haunt me.
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He wears wristbands
She doesn't realize the reason why at first
But he knew
Luke Hemming fanfic
*trigger warning contains , self harm , upsetting scenes or thoughts*