"Nothing gold can stay." -Robert Frost Twitter: @Atlantis094 Cover: The Floz

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

"It's funny, really, how in the midst of torturous pain, immense suffering, and looming dread, everything seems to disappear around you. Emotions flea, pain evaporates, and you're left to feel nothing. You don't protest; there's nothing you can do. You just lay there and allow whatever it is to keep doing it, to keep harrowing you. You don't become wracked with sobs; you don't cry out for help; you don't push, shove, or shriek. There's no one to save you. You lay there motionless, almost as if you were in a deep unconscious sleep. Because feeling nothing, is better than feeling something of weary misery and hopelessness. Feeling nothing in the midst of pain was doable; it was tolerable. It's odd, really, that you feel nothing when you are fitfully defeated because it is better than feeling the insufferable pain which insinuates that of a broken soul."

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