The waves crash again, rising with each new gust of wind. Only three figures stand on the beach, two adults and one child. They stop their fun and look to the left, several others headed their way...
I stir, not wanting to now what's going to happen, and bury my face in Niall's chest.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” — Richard Siken
