CLEO
AGE 16THE ACCIDENT WAS MY FAULT.
They're right.
Travis Reynolds is in a coma because of me.
They're right again.
Everyone saw me running from the party with blood dripping down my face. His blood. That night, the night I turned sixteen, I shouldn't have been anywhere near a steering wheel, and Trav shouldn't have gotten into the car with me. I was high out of my mind, flying on Molly and fuck knows what else.
They're always right.
Everything is my fault.
But they don't know shit.
People only see what they want to see. More than anything, I hope my boyfriend never wakes up.
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Toxic
Romance"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" "𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝." "𝙳𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔." *** Everyone at Fairmont High School knows that...