Summary
Why I Loved The Bad Boy,
It is, I think, wondrous, that all these things I write down on this diary came from my vague memories. Remembering all them is like seeing a blurry tape, all unclear but his eyes - just his eyes. Until now, even years after, I can still feel the electricity I felt back then under those gazes. It was just beautiful. And although my memory of the scenes I had with him are hazy, faint pictures, at least I know that what I feel - and what I'll forever feel, stays the same. Stays unscathed. Still as clear as always.
- 1 Chapter 1 - Why I Loved the Bad Boy
- 2 Chapter 2
- 3 Chapter 3
- 4 Chapter 4
- 5 Chapter 5
- 6 Chapter 6
- 7 Chapter 7
- 8 Chapter 8
- 9 Chapter 9
- 10 Chapter 10
- 11 Chapter 11
- 12 Chapter 12
- 13 Chapter 13
- 14 Chapter 14
- 15 Chapter 15
- 16 Chapter 16
- 17 Chapter 17
- 18 Chapter 18
- 19 Chapter 19
- 20 Chapter 20 - Eighteen (ii)
- 21 Chapter 21 - Nineteen
- 22 Chapter 22 - Twenty
- 23 Chapter 23 - Twenty-one
- 24 Chapter 24 - Twenty-two
- 25 Chapter 25 - Twenty-three
- 26 Chapter 26 - Twenty-four
- 27 Chapter 27 - Twenty-five
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