Hazel Grace

Strike Hazel Grace

I've told him a million times his games and words won't deter me. That it means nothing when he questions the way I look at him. How my face turns crimson not because his searing eyes deadbolt onto mine fused with his sordid words or my space that he always tends to land in. Colson Hayes is delusional, conceited and he'll see how tired I am of his bullshit when I deliver some things I have up my own sleeve. But as quickly as it all began, it ended - those eyes change towards me and I lost the thing he hated the most. We're at a crossroads, while I don't trust him and he won't settle for anything less than his baseball career. Question is, how far will we jump to find the truth before it's too late to take back everything we've done to each other?