|| I had been coughing my lungs out on all fours when I met Ryan Armstrong for the first time.
"Till life do us part," he'd said with that ever-so-slightly crooked smile that made my chest all fuzzy.
And that's how I started making the worst decisions on the planet.
Everything about him was reckless. His sneaking out, driving, risking everything for a few seconds of thrill. None of his adventures ever made sense. It made even less sense for me to gamble my future, my academics, my entire life for the same few seconds of thrill. For him. For his stupid blue eyes and bright smile and permanently windblown hair.
So of course, I did.||
Hello everyone (Hi, I am alive!)
I have added some personal updates (and about my other stuff too) on...my new story on account of Happy Pride Month!
This time, because I don't trust my brain and am out of a creative block after so long, I wanted to finish the story first before I started posting on here. And I'm glad to say that that has been successful.
This story is the most challenging one I've ever written and that much more complex for me. That being said, I'm looking forward to whoever gives it a chance and their thoughts and opinions. It'll be out tonight :))
Thank you always, sorry for a lot,
Ray (booklored)
PS: New story is called "Till Life Do Us Part"