In which a girl teaches a blind boy to play an instrument.

"Sometimes it becomes a ball, a knot, and once you unravel it, there's more than two parties involved. They say three's a crowd." "And how do you call the quits? I mean, you can't exactly fall out of love with one and fall in love with the other, especially when they're both brothers." "Then put on a good show."

I couldn't help but know that she would never know me. She would never know my name. Or my eyes. She would never know what my voice sounded like. She would never know that our lips would fit together perfectly. She would never know that we were made for each other. And she would never know that I was falling in love with her by watching her fall in love with him. ┏ All Rights Reserved 2013 © PrincessPlaid Cannot remember name of cover maker; tell me and i'll put it here. ┙

"Let's call this your Memory Jar. Every time you remember something, no matter how insignificant, I want you to write it down and put it in this jar. You don't have to share your memories with anyone unless you want to, not even me, but I want you to bring this every week that we meet. Hopefully, in no time it'll be overflowing." - Dana is nothing but a lowly street rat, until the day she gets into a dangerous accident, causing her to lose something heartbreakingly important: Her memory. The only reason she lives is because of Zayn, who finds her in the alley behind a restaurant he's eating at. When she wakes up later, panicked and distraught with only a sliver of a memory, Zayn can't bring himself to make it worse and tell her that she's had nothing for her entire life. So he lies... and says he's her brother. How can Zayn keep this secret from Dana? What does he do when she begins getting fragments of her memory back? What's to become of her father and brother, still on the streets? And what will Dana do if she begins getting unwanted and inappropriate feelings for her "brother"? Copyright © 2012, TheCrazySide on Wattpad. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Look Harmony! I'm on top of the world!" His voice bellowed throughout the hushed parking lot. "No, Louis. You're on top of a car." I sniggered at the look of defeat on his face. "Come on Harmony, just pretend." The way he leaned forward and whispered to me made me think of my brother Ben before he left our Neverland for his grown up life. Louis reached his hand out for me to take and I eagerly grasped it, allowing him to pull me up onto the hood beside him. After I had balanced myself, I looked over to Louis. He was staring up at the sky. Staring at the brilliantly lit stars, all of his attention going to those stars. I took this moment to look at him. His blue eyes were captivated by the stars, handsome chiseled features, thin lips slightly parted so that each breath would allow white puffs of steam to fill the air. Louis was honestly really handsome and no matter how long we would have stayed there, I don't think I could have looked away. Blue eyes flicked to mine, forgetting the stars, and studied my face. After some time, Louis huffed out a breathe and turned back to the sky. "Why are you so childish, Harmony?" He questioned me. The question surprised me. "Why are you so childish, Louis?" I countered. He chuckled and turned to me one last time. "Because there's no fun in being grown up." His blue eyes held a sense of honesty that may be beyond me. I gave him a sad smile. "To never grow up." I sighed out and started to get off the hood of the car, going the direction the others went. But before I was completely gone, I heard Louis shout out into the night sky. "To never grow up!"

aposiopesis [pron.: /ˌæpəsaɪ.əˈpiːsɪs/; classical greek: ἀποσιώπησις, "becoming silent"] is a figure of speech wherein a sentence is deliberately broken off and left unfinished, the ending to be supplied by the imagination, giving an impression of unwillingness or inability to continue. james attello is very good at reading people; this might be why he was placed in advanced psychology, a class that is usually very, very hard to get into. james, eager to please his professor, goes forward with an assigned project, even though he was, at first, a little bit unsure. his task is to create a fake identity on a website, interact with the people he encounters, and then reveal who he really is, keeping a journal throughout the process. but james didn’t expect to meet farah, a fellow user on the site. the two of them bond, in a way, and she shares her secrets with him, and she, unknowingly, coaxes them from him. the day james sends out the message with the truth is the day farah’s account goes missing. james, at first, thinks nothing of it, but, after a little while, begins to wonder what happened to farah, the girl who told him everything. so he does what any curious boy would do: make another account.