They say, love comes in different ways. Is that true? Or is it just a fraud?
Hailey came from a family of artists. Her whole family has passion for art. She adored them for everything but it's just that, she thinks she's not as good as them. She is dissapointed to herself. She cannot draw, paint, or creat any masterpieces. The only thing she can do are paper planes.
One day, she met someone that made her see the things she hasn't realize. Beyond that paper plane, there was something more magical. Could it be love? Or could it be just another dissapointment for her?
