CRISPEN
Red. Orange. Blue. The flames feel ever so familiar as they burn down the one place I was finally beginning to feel safe. Parker. My papillion. He's safe, that's all that matters. That's all that ever mattered. He will be safer now, away from me. Free to fly.Even if my sister doesn't want to accept what happened to our father, she was right about me. About who I am. A black widow, ensnaring everyone close to me in my web. I stay quiet as Parker cries out for me. I stay quiet as the police car pulls away. I stay quiet as my entire reason for being is ripped away from me.
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As We Burn
RomantikusIt only takes one spark. Nineteen-year-old photographer Parker Ambrose wants university to be a fresh start from his traumatic life back home. The last thing he needs is to get wrapped up with Crispen St. Clair, his rude and enigmatic roommate - ev...
