book one: t r o u v a i l l e french (n.) something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall book two: z e m b l a n i t y english (n.) the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know book three: q u e r e n c i a spanish (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where one is their most authentic self. book four: s a u d a d e portuguese (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant. --completed peak: #6 in poc #42 in short story

***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.