Maybe sometimes Cupid runs out of arrows and only shoots one of us. Maybe the grief that perches by my neck is like loves souvenir. Maybe grief, the hollow being as it lives, is the receipt we carry as the weight on our shoulders to prove that we have once stolen the beating beauty of someone; all while their breath s...
Everyone knows a guy can't date his brother's girlfriend. But what if you're not a guy? Mia is nothing but an ordinary young girl coming of age. Who often gets pushed by her mom on blind dates just so she can finally have a boyfriend. Because what is a pretty girl without one? But Mia isn't just a pretty girl. It's wh...