𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 is 17 years old, who is from London, and is forced to move to Canada with her abusive father. She's been through so much throughout her childhood with her mother deserting her at 6, her dad becoming abusive ever since - and blaming her for it - having fake friends, and her biggest secret being revealed, which caused her life to come crushing down. All she wants to do is be free from the abuse, find happiness, make friends and doesn't have to pretend all the time. But new life, new school, and new people means no one can know who she really is...right? ❥ 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 is 17 years old and is the typical high school arrogant boy, who cares about no one but himself and his reputation being the captain of the schools ice hockey team. He sleeps around, gets into fights, and causes a new problem every day. No one dares to approach him because that's basically planning your death wish. But what happens when Autumn comes along and does what no one dares to do? He's intrigued by her and can see in her eyes that she holds a dark past and isn't who he thought she is. He's hooked by her charms but he never chases girls, girls chase him. Will he save her and fall in love for the first time? Or will he try to keep his reputation and not ruin it over some girl...? - - - ⊗ TW! ⊗ This story includes depression, anxiety, ptsd, abuse, self harm, suicide, sexual assault, rape, eating disorders, strong language, drugs, alcohol fighting, violence, homophobia and sex.

Calgary. The city full of reminisces and a past Autumn Kingsley's tried an immense amount to leave behind, enclosed in the depths of her hometown where she grew up. Atlas Miller. Rude, closed off and someone who desperately tries to obstruct any form of emotion. What happens when they both unexpectedly cross paths and realise that the broken shards of their troubled pasts have not yet vanished from their lives and instead dug deeper into their skins? They were both like a heavy weight on thin ice.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3