One Direction Funny Imagines Novels & Stories

I passed through them like a ghost dressed in borrowed clothes. His invitation was like a brand in my head, even if I didn't want to think about Damien. *A single evening.* It mocked me, a sultry murmur that promised to yank me from the ruins of my existence, if only for a few hours. The bandages were scraping on my hands as they clenched into fists in my pockets. The brutality of reality made it impossible for me to afford to indulge in imagination.