I can handle scars, especially one’s on the outside.
I wish for happiness in a world full of sorrow. There’s always so much pain and I wish for all of it to be gone.
Even though it’s cold and the water sticks my clothes to my body, it reminds me of a beautiful time full of magical kisses and I need to hold onto that. Because for now, it’s all I’ve got.
There was no point in telling anyone what really happened. People would see only what they want to.
I’ve missed you, princess,” Cameron whispers against my ear then nibbles on my earlobe. The.
Silence. Silence. Why is it always about silence? I wish both of us could tell the world and be free from the chains we drag around.
All the humor evaporates from his face and his honey-brown eyes. Within seconds he has me in his arms and he hugs me like I’m the most important thing in the world to him.
I hate that crossing paths with someone from my past can throw me back to the darkness and sadness that may always be a part of me.
But Lyric isn’t sexy. She’s fun, ridiculously happy, effortlessly beautiful, life-saving, and mind-blowing amazing. Sexy doesn’t even begin to sum her up.
I want her to belong with someone who will make her happy, even if it means I have to hurt for the rest of my life.
Never forget the strength it took to free yourself.
I remember when I was little the ocean was one of the most amazing things I’d ever seen. I was fascinated by the way the waves rolled up and washed away the sand, leaving their imprint on the world. Sometimes I would stand right at the edge and let it crash against my feet as I considered taking one more step and my feet would eventually move forward. One more step and it’d take me away –.
I miss him the second he disappears. I miss him so much it hurts.
Stitches aren’t going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside.
In two months, I won’t be on the road anymore. I’ll be working my job in San Diego only and be living with you all the damn time, like I dream.
Nicholas shrugged. “Who knows what he’s got locked away in his head. Considering the countless lies he’s told, you can never really know.” “That’s like the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?” He smirked. “Perhaps.
Hope is what keeps me searching for Quinton – what makes me determined to find him and help him. Even when I know that what awaits me in the future is going to be hard, that it’ll more than likely bring up painful memories of the things I did in my past. But I know it’s something I have to do. Looking back, I realize that Quinton entered my life for a reason.
Gemma, there’s no use running.” The man’s voice rumbled through the night. It was the same voice that always showed up right before the monsters captured me. “No matter what you do, you’ll never escape.
Sometimes I just wanted a break from it, but every time I looked forward to see if a break was possible, it never seemed like it could happen. I honestly thought I’d be that way forever, which sometimes made me wish that forever would be a really short time.
To me, he is art, poetry for the eyes and heart. He is the most terrifyingly beautiful guy I have ever seen. And his scars have to tell a story...
Madness is my life, the only aspect of living I’ve ever known.