Autumn had a peaceful life after her mother's passing. True, her life was difficult, but it was peaceful. Violette, on the other hand, never had it easy. A rough start to life early on left her with unhealed traumas and a broken heart. Just when the two girls thought they had it all figured out, life took its anger out on them like bullets through sheets of paper. Poet and critic, they became, maybe, a reflection of their inner selves. The one who analyzed versus the one who lived. Could it be that their fates have begun to turn the tables on each other?