I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

Please don't go. I just got you back

Alright, manly man,” he says. “Go prove that you’re a man.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

The vertical lines that run down his forearms are the most disturbing, thick and jagged as if someone took a razor to his skin. I wish I could run my fingers along them and remove the pain and memories that are attached to them.

Actually I'm taking her for a ride," I say slyly, inching my hand up the back of Ella's leg and she slaps the back of my head playfully. "I'm taking you for a ride in my car. And you think I'm the pervert.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.