Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

Jas gives me a sympathetic look. She sighs heavily, long nails tapping against the wooden table, dodging the 'Missing' posters scattered all over the surface. "Maybe," she finally says, "Just maybe, he doesn't want to be found, Ava." I clench my jaw. "No. I refuse to believe that. He's not like that." "What do you know?" Jas snorts, finally withdrawing her hand from the table and turning back to look at me. "You don't even know him." xx Ford Wilson was in three out of four of Ava Jackson's classes. They had one mutual friend, did a project together once in sophomore year, and had the same lunch. When Ava's car had broke down, she had even ended up parked outside of Ford's house, asking for gas. In Ava's life, he was everywhere. And yet, she didn't notice him until he was nowhere to be found.

"You know, my life has been pretty hard, Annora. Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever had to do." cover by coolified :) this story has been discontinued. I'm sorry. The ending is up to you and your imagination. If you want, you can check out my other stories which I will begin updating more regularly xox