I've always been afraid. Afraid of everything and everyone, but the fear of commiting to someone never crossed my mind. The fear of commiting and then being forgotten. Because you see, that's what Athazagoraphobia is. The fear of being forgotten. Until Will walked into the picture. I mean that literally of course.
Ms. Jane Worthing, at the tender age of sixteen, understood everything there was to know about love. Love was vile. Love was cruel. Love was dishonest and as insidious as cancer. From the stories she has heard about arranged marriages and fixed matrimony, Jane knew that the idea of love was laughable. That was, until...
