❝ darling, let me trace the lines on your tattooed heart ❞
● ● ●
〚 highest ranking: #471 in romance 〛
〚 copyrighted 〛
〚 cover made by the lovely cadetcarswell 〛
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
❁ ❁ ❁
I knew something was wrong when Grace didn't respond to my messages over the weekend. On Monday, she came sulking into school, the same, sad expression on her face that she had the day I first met her. The frown I was hoping I would never have to see again.
She just ignored my questions, or gave me one worded answers. I couldn't tell what was wrong, even though I wanted to know desperately. I couldn't bear to see her upset, and if I found out the root cause of it, maybe I could help.
But I couldn't get anything out of her. It was obvious she didn't want to talk about it, so eventually I let it go, not wanted to be annoying. I had a mental debate over whether or not to keep asking, because girls are weird. Sometimes they act like they don't want you to worry, when they secretly want you to.
But Grace eventually asked me to shut up so I did.
❁ ❁ ❁
"Did you see Chelsea in eighth period, dude? She should wear yoga pants more often, hot damn."
I nod my head, barely listening to Luke's daily run down on the girls he thinks were attractive. He continues to blabber on while I shove my homework into my backpack.
