Henry Scott
It is said that bad encounters destroy a life. They built it. It all started with an anxiety attack, a bag of drugs bought in a damp alley in London... and blue eyes that are impossible to forget. Henry Scott. My math teacher. The kind of man we should run away from immediately. Cold. Unstable. Magnetic. And yet, the more he pushed me away, the more I wanted to come back to him. Maybe because he was as broken as I was. Maybe because deep down, the people who have been destroyed always end up recognizing each other. But in this story, Henry was not the only danger. Because before him, there was already Heize. And some wounds never really heal.
About Henry Scott
It is said that bad encounters destroy a life. They built it. It all started with an anxiety attack, a bag of drugs bought in a damp alley in London... and blue eyes that are impossible to forget. Henry Scott. My math teacher. The kind of man we should run away from immediately. Cold. Unstable. Magnetic. And yet, the more he pushed me away, the ...Read more