noelle was an optimist. she was the burst of color in the black and white world that she lived in. not that she had much to complain about anyways. grade a family. supportive friends. a great life in general, really. still, somehow, her color didn't reach one part of the dull spectrum. him.
lucas hated life. without a doubt, he was the epitome of the word 'cynical'. the world, to him, was a mixture of resentment and pain that wasn't worth living in anymore. he saw things from a one-sided perspective and nothing could really change that. that is, until something did. her.
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fifteen ; l.h.
Fanfictionin which the number fifteen could very possibly save a poor boy's life. © calbain || lowercase intended.
