The story starts as love stories always do, with a girl and a boy. The girl has copper-dust eyes and lips of rose-gold, a masterpiece of...

Hell is so much colder than I thought it would be. The seasons twirl past, a maddening whirl of untouchable loveliness, each it’s own...

Red. The first time you see her, autumnal flame has just finished blooming across the tops of trees. Gold has melted into a mass of vivid...

Love, something you should never throw away. The sun, a star. You. Always looked at her as if she was the sun, In that, You never looked...