"Together?" she asked. Her voice, heavy with horror and anxiety. "Please, please, please... Promise it to me. We will be together" Danna repeated, again and again...The dead body on her arms losing the warmth they provided when they were alive. Her memories, she couldn't just forget them. How they always hid their face in her neck when they were cold, seeking warmth. But no. That warmth was gone. Their moments together were gone. Their future together was gone. "The-the... What about those flowers? They won't survive without you. We... We will go, we will go to that restaurant you wanted to go. I'll get you the whole menu, please open your eyes, please, please, don't leave me alone..." Danna pleaded, again and again... And again. But the eyes of her beloved flower won't open. Myrtle was growing cold. 'Oh... She didn't liked the cold', Danna remembered. Hugging Myrtle's body close to hers tightly, not wanting to let go. "You will not cry, my dear... Promise me that not any single tear will leave those pretty eyes" her beloved flower, Myrtle, spoke up, for the last time. A soft smile on her face. "I promise... I love you... My sweet flower..." That was the last time they spoke together. The last time she felt her little flower's warmth...

Varias cosas eran ya una realidad clara para Thomas: estaba comenzando su penúltimo año de escuela superior; su familia entera, menos su madre, vivía en otro estado; su mejor amiga era la persona que más quería en el mundo; su padre era una persona inexistente en su vida; y todavía no había dado su primer beso. Estaba contento con su realidad, a pesar de lo solitaria que podía llegar a ser. Lo que no se imaginaba era que la la llegada de un muchacho nuevo a su salón de clases sería el ingrediente perfecto para crear un sismo en su existencia, y volver todo lo que creía realidad de cabeza.