I used to think that you not liking me back was a phase. That eventually, like in all the books I’ve read, you would come around and see that we were meant to be. Except, you never did. You drifted away without me realizing. I only remember seeing you laughing with another girl and noticing how much you lit up around her. Something you never did around me. It was then that it hit me. Life isn’t a fairytale. Our love will never prevail. And you not liking me isn’t a phase, it’s a painful eternity.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #3


“Hey, Watson? Do you wanna solve a muuuuurderrr?”

“Sherlock, how many times did they make you sing that song?”

“We can solve another crime instead!”


“How about this cool locked-door? He owned a real weird store until someone bashed his heeeeeaaad!”

“I’m so done.”