Her laugh was coy, the kind the ruined write poems about.

Imagine you’re having the best day of your life. Sunshine, rainbows and everything pretty. There is a halo over your head, and the weather is absolutely perfect—not too hot, nor too cold. And then, out of nowhere, a bird shits on you. That’s how Scarlet Bridge looked at me.

The more time I spent in high school, the closer I got to committing murder.

You’re not my boyfriend.”The same velvety voice that I was becoming all too familiar with said, “No, but we can change that.

The sky was littered with stars, one graveyard staring down at another.

I wanted to be a part of his tomorrow and all the tomorrows after.

I lay on the grass, eyes flickering between the beautiful sky and the even more mesmerizing girl beside me.

The way his eyes fixated on the blue, I sometimes worried that if I looked away, he would let the water drown him.

You’re playing a dangerous game, Scarlet