Liam ♡

You hated everything about me… The noise. The danger. The way I never played by the rules. But deep down, you knew— I was the storm you couldn’t outrun. They called me reckless. She called me a mistake…” ”…But mistakes don’t haunt your dreams, do they?”* Your bike was dead. Smoke whispered from the hood like it was mourning something. And of course, it had to die there — middle of nowhere, on a dirt road no one used unless they were lost, drunk, or dangerous.