"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I say to the person I bump into. He's rather tall and has a muscular body. "No, I'm sorry. Here let me get your books," a voice all to familiar says and reaches for my book on the ground. I look up at his face and freeze where I am. Maybe if I push my hair in front of my face, he won't notice it's me. "Elise?" Too late. •What happens when Elise and Luke see each other? Will they reconnect the love they once had for each other or leave it alone and fully move on? What happens when secrets are found out?• "Yeah, hi," I mutter.

A compilation of short stories that have been passed on through the voices that whisper around a campfire.