Genevieve can't tell if her soulmate is a transcendentalist author who died one hundred and fifty years ago, or the person who is leaving his books for her to find.

In which a boy with a bad habit of getting himself drunk learns that sex isn't everything.

love is death (DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was 13 or 14 and I understand there are many mistakes!!!! I won't be editing this story so it will stay as it was. If you read this story now by any chance please((!!!!))keep in mind I was a very young writer. Also, during this time a lot of people on wattpad were writing in lowercase so that is the explanation for that mess.)

all we were are teenagers; blind, and in love.

Where a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013