"You don't have to hurt people to feel good about yourself"
"I'm bad luck, good was never an option for me."
Did he really see good in me? All anyone ever saw was bad luck. Even my name gave an omunsent feel. Jinx, nothing about that said good. I believed my words to be true back when they were said. Before he left me to my thoughts he put a thorn less red rose in a beautiful vase in my path. Maybe I'm not as bad as I thought.
A/N I know that it's short but this is my first fanfic for this couple. They will get better and longer. I would love it if you reviewed to give me ideas on how to make my writing better. Thank you 3