“I don’t care. I hate this place.” I whispered.         “how can you have a party while you just came back to a place where your own son died?” 

Here I am waiting, i'll have to leave soonWhy am i, holding on?

Miss Perfect isn't what she really is.

It hurt too much, it all hurt too much. So much that Key debated on throwing the entire thing away and just getting back under the covers with her. This was too hard, way harder than he imagined so many times in his head. 

Another one shot everyone . This time it's our gorgeous Leadah . i kinda feel bored , that's why i ended up writing fics :)) Hope you Like it ~ ♥♥