Quinn hated them. She hated them all. It never got better, the pain never diminished. But maybe it could. Maybe, just maybe, everything could change. Wishing on everything from clovers, so birthday candles, to old and rusty pennies, she just wanted to escape the world, love among her books and music and never leave, trapped in her dream. Her life was fire and ash and cinders to a green meadow, and the first piece of yellowed stationary tucked and sealed tight in a faded blue envelope was like a fallen star. * * * Leighton was loved, but kept to himself. Some say he was dropped when he was a child and something in his head changed. He's that one M&M that tastes sweeter and better than the rest for some unknown reason. His big brown eyes hold more intelligence than most have in their hole head. But that one crinkled piece of parchment in a stained green envelope changed his view of everything he thought he knew. [ c o p y r i g h t © m e a g a n a . 2 0 1 5 ] all rights reserved

"Write down one word that describes you." psy·cho·path noun noun: psychopath; plural noun: psychopaths a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior. ⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄ "I'm psychopathic..." Oliver muttered as he glared at me suspiciously and condescendingly. He was waiting for me to run away. Grinning widely to piss him off, I shrugged. "If you're a psychopath, then I must be a lunatic. Because I like you. And because of that, I'm not leaving." He'd watched me stand my ground because we'd surely been through way too much for me to give up now. A small smile spread through his emotionless facade and in a second, he was back to who I really saw him for. He let out a laugh, "Do you have a death wish?" S L O W U P D A T E S C O V E R B Y @ZiaDavis