Daniel Lightwood.
For Callum, it was the most beautiful name he'd ever heard. Mostly because it was worn by the most beautiful boy on planet Earth.
It was the weekend and he had the flu. He should have expected it when he wore a sweatshirt on a day when it was only about seven degrees.
At nineteen he was living in his own apartment, which his father had paid for at first, but now he could pay for it himself. Besides him, there was a black cat named Muffin living there. For a while he wondered if he should rename him Daniel, but finally he let it go and made himself some tea.
He lay in bed and wondered why such a handsome man smoked. Is he trying to kill himself? He's still young and he's already ruining his health. Why?
He'd always found smoking disgusting and absolutely hated being around smokers, but now... now he wanted to snuggle up against Daniel's chest and wouldn't care about the smell of cigarettes.
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Teen Fiction[ COMPLETE ] "It'll kill you someday." "I know." "Then why are you doing it?" "Why do you care so much?"
