«A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.» —Robert Frost.

There are some things we end up not sending.

Peyton has no family. Her parents died in a car crash, her grandparents died a while ago and she's an only child. She's been to at least fifteen funerals in her lifetime, for family but now she only has one more funeral to go to. Her own.

Cody has just lost the love of his life, Peyton. He' s losing his mind without her, just like how she lost hers.

marc: duh...¿luke? it's marc. i need to talk, dude.