Quentin was sleeping in bed until the Earth ripped apart. His house started swaying left and right, left and right, almost as though it was made out of rubber. He wondered what his grave stone would have said, "Here lies six year old Quentin Davis" yet a pair of hands picked him up from the toppling building and rushed him out into the streets. He couldn't see who it was but it was a comforting voice and warm hug with a hint of lavender. And then he passed out
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Tomorrow
RomanceQuentin Davis couldn't have been happier, in love, getting into a good art college and having a decent condo. But life isn't always peaches and cream, he finds out the girl of his dreams has a secret.
