In which a New Yorker bumps into a famous Brit...literally. All my works are copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs, and Patents Act 1988. This includes all chapters, prologues/epilogues and associated content. Any unauthorized copying, broadcasting, manipulation, distribution or selling of this work constitutes as...
"Liam please!" I screamed as Liam paced towards the car, hands balled in fists as white as the snow covered ground. "Liam stop! Liam please! Just talk to me!" "What Aliza, what the fuck do you want me to say? You broke my heart for the second time. Your always breaking me, throwing me curved balls, but I have to han...
She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?