Esta es la triste historia de un vecinito. Lo escribí buscando alivio, pero me encontré con las palabras de mi hermana recomendándome hacerla pública. Porque no solo es la historia de Enzo, sino la de tantos nenes y nenas en todo el mundo, a quienes queremos ayudar pero simplemente no podemos. Si bien invertí todo mi esfuerzo en darle todo lo mejor que pude mientras tuve tiempo, sigo sintiendo que fallé, o quizás que no hice suficiente. Publicar estas líneas, -aunque nadie la lea, a nadie le importe, a nadie le interese- es la forma que tengo de hacer un último esfuerzo por ayudarlo: si bien siento que no puedo cambiar el rumbo de su vida, quizás logre que alguien, -a miles de kilómetros, o quizás a la vuelta de la esquina-, escuche su historia, conozca una pizca de él. Quizás logre que para alguien, en algún lado, aunque sea por un instante, Enzo deje de ser un niño invisible.

"You're a monster," I spat out. He turned around, his green eyes glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill then I'm sure I would have been dead by now. "Well you're a fucking bitch and you can't deny it. You know why, because you're in love with a monster." *.*. Daniel Collins was a monster and everyone knew that. Meeting him would be everyone's nightmare. He was cruel, heartless and just...evil. He murdered like it was an everyday chore and never once did he show an emotion other than hatred. Rosalynn Richards was an impetuous seventeen year old werewolf who dreamt of finding her mate just like any other. Unfortunately, fate can't help but pair them together. Will Rose be able to get her happy ending? Will she be able To Love a Monster?

"If the world can't handle the truth, give them a spectacular lie." Bitch. That's what they called me at my old school. I disagree: I'm just brutally honest, that's all. Some people don't like honesty. Exhibit A: Matthew's family. None of them want to acknowledge that their Golden Boy is gay. Exhibit B: My Mother. I only told her the truth: that she was a crappy parent who never should've gotten knocked up in the first place. But she was so offended that she shipped me off to my fabulously wealthy father and his walking-billboard-for-plastic-surgery of a wife. So I devised a brilliant plan. My new friend Matthew was sick of hiding his sexuality. I was tired of obnoxious rich boys hitting on me. So why not pretend to be dating? He wouldn't have to answer uncomfortable questions anymore, and I'd enter my new school as the girlfriend of the star quarterback. It should be easy, right? Of course, I didn't plan on falling for Matthew's brother.