I haven't slept since I found Grayson.
I haven't gone to school.
I'd just get pity, and more apologies.
More hugs and kisses.
I hate pity.
I hate apologies.
I hate hugs.
I hate kisses.
I hate sleep.
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gray (bxb)
RomanceIt was dark out. Rainy. But it wasn't odd. Not many people were at his funeral. No one cried. WARNINGS: suicide, may trigger some people, the last couple chapters choked me up, so yeah. Sadnesssss. DISCLAIMER: This book was made from the top of...
