Authors note: I'm soo tired of waiting for this book to get reads :P
I've started a new project actually...check out this account @ARedAndWhiteRose
So here it is :P
Dedicated to my friend, Jenny, whom i loveeee so much <3 Although I feel like punching u half the time, i still love you. And i bet you havent read even 1/4 of this book
By the way, you may have noticed I changed the title and cover of the story.
I had inspiration and i went along with it :) tell me how u think i did!
xxxxxxx
thetypicaldramaqueen
(Chrissy's P.O.V)
The shivering cold breeze.
The smell of Maple trees.
Tim Hortons coffee
Those were the first few things that came into my mind when I set foot on my home ground.
“Ready to go?” Ash asked me.
I nodded absentmindedly. He actually hadn’t been a jerk throughout our trip. Instead, he was being considerate and nice.
I wondered if he knew how I felt. Aside from being a big idiot, Ash was actually smart.
The wind howled as the snow on the ground followed its way, making beautiful patterns. The sun glittered as the sun hit in just perfectly and I wanted to smile.
Smile, Chrissy. You’re home.
But I couldn’t. All I could feel was loss.
Loss of Tristan’s mom.
Loss of Niall.
Two different kinds of loss. But in the end, both people were never coming back to me.
They said that the rich always lived perfect lives. Alyssa, Annabelle, and I had been very rich, thanks to our families.
And Sana and Liz were far behind that either.
But our lives somehow were far from perfect.
Sana had strict parents.
Alyssa dealt with a horrible, tragic past.
Annabelle had the death of her father on her shoulders and the loss of memory.
Lizzie had denial; the ability to shut everything else out. Shut herself out.
And I?
It seemed like I had a lot of heart break.
Chrissy the heartbreaker! The female player, they called me when I was in high school. And for a while, I liked that title. I was finally popular again.
That feeling stopped when I learnt how it felt to be on the other side of the situation.
“Here.” Ash said, putting my coat on me. I let him.
It seemed funny to say, but I felt like a Canadian winter.
Dull and blank everywhere, a single touch could ruin it’s beauty.
But it’s beauty.
The way the sun hit the snow.
The way the wind danced.
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