***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.

Stay away from that boy. That's what they all told me, but I was never one to be obedient. The Boy who Broke the Rules. All Rights Reserved. * He was the mysterious lonely boy who found her in a clearing and told her to stay still as he sketched a portrait of her. Entranced by his voice and intensity of his gaze, she let him draw her. But what lay behind his sketches and silent stares was something more. And she was willing to find out.

'I was broken once before because I made myself vulnerable; the biggest mistake of my life that I regretted. yet,here I am finding myself on the verge of being broken again all because of you. Don't leave me,Glen,'I said looking into her eyes searching for the tiniest bit of hope that this woman will catch me before my battered self is shattered on the ground once more. ========== Glen Foxworth was your typical college girl raised by a father who values her education more than anything. He would never allow anything or anyone be a distraction to her study. However, Glen felt the need to secure a job now to take care of her family since her father wasn't earning enough. Without her father knowing, she finds the perfect one. At least that's what she thought.......?

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.