*DISCONTINUED Vincent Knight was the mask of complete insanity marked in the deepest oceans of anguish. They contoured the word psychopath on his pale, canvas skin as if it belonged there. He had the grin of a mad man and the fists of the insane, putting people in pain and he didn't even realize. He didn't realize the pain he caused. He didn't realize his grey eyes were the ones filled with real insanity. You could see the madness in his eyes, but if you look a little closer, you can see the hurt that hides behind pills and beer bottles.

They were never supposed to fall in love. In fact, they were probably never even supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it brings you someone who unexpectedly turns your world upside down. For Ella, it all began on the last day of summer, in a small bakery on the edge of town. With three teenage boys, a plastic knife and a rocketship birthday cake. lol I'm not dead guys