he past few years, it's surprising how she managed to cope for so long. Writing had been her only release and escape from the toxicity of the world she was currently living in. Whenever she saw some

n her reddened eyes. Suddenly a sound came from the window. Victoria dropped her pen and raised an eyebrow at the window. She sighed as she realised it was the same boy as before. Now that she was clamer she could make out a few of his features. He had curly black hair and blue eyes. A s

pty..." Victoria mumbled. "Did you say something?" Cole asked. "No nothing" Victoria waved off, looking away as tears stung her eyes, "you write?" he asked as he caught sight of one of the many pieces of paper that littered the bed. Before he could reach it though, Victoria swung into action ripping it from his hands. "don't touch it!" she snapped. those were her memories, her pains, and emotions no one had a right to look at them! No one at all! Cole flinched. Then he furrowed h

seemed contagious, whether it was relief or panic, she couldn't explain how she felt. "don't get mad, but I've been stalking you." he said as he stared at the dark-haired girl that currently sat across from him Victoria nearly choked on nothing as she raised an eyebrow in shock. "S-stalking me?" "I saw how everyone treated you and-" "so this is pity then, you pity me?" she asked, looking into his blue eyes, tears stinging hers. "No-" "leave Cole, leave now" "Victoria..." "get out," Victoria said standing up from where she and been seated "I don't pity you. I-" Cole said as he stood up too "you nothing! youdon't know an

dened, and Cole shushed her placing a hand on her lips, "do you?" She shook her head as she stared at the blue-eyed boy "I didn't either," he said as he looked away from her, "till I met you. Victoria, I fell in love with your broken pieces, I fell in love with your tattered heart, and your dark soul" A tear fell down Victoria's right eye, "I fell for your silence, your writings, your voice, I love you Victoria" "it's curiosity, lust, infatuation but not love, it can't be love" "Why are you so sure?" "My father didn't love me, my mother hates me, life has always been cruel, so don't tell me you love me, when all I've known is hate" Victoria whispered. "don't speak about love in a world that has on