I had never read or flipped through the rough, stained pages of Grayson's notebook.
I had only seen the cover; and it was only simple glances. Grayson always whined about how I was never allowed to read it until he said I could.
It was an ugly brown color that I hated.
Grayson didn't let anyone see it.
Secrets weren't meant to be kept, I had assured myself as I opened the book.
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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...
