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51 pages, ebook
First published August 5, 2013
Hate.
It didn’t make sense when my father told me that was the feeling I was required to have about Maxwell. I had no reasons to hate him.
I was so tired of being my father’s son.
Maxwell’s fingers inched towards mine until his pinkie looped around my own.
I could no longer call what we had a friendship. We had been falling in love all this time. Every smile, every brush, every word was just another form for me to sink deeper in.
I was so in love with him. I was in love with the only person I could never be with.
Sometimes it sucked being able to dream.