I hate everything. I was convinced of this until the day I met him...
We burned our school down and ran away from everything. It was so chaotic. All of it. Where do I even begin?
I hate everything. I was convinced of this until the day I met him...
We burned our school down and ran away from everything. It was so chaotic. All of it. Where do I even begin?
What happens when you lose everything you wanted? Everything you needed? Like the air you breathe and the heat you feel. What happens when it's gone? You die. That's what.
*story is in editing proces...