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?
An internal voice told me to "call him," but I chose not to.
I dismissed it once more, saying, "He never liked me anyway."
I am stuck in my dilemma, thinking, "But maybe he does..the way he looks at...