Ella Maine cannot time travel. All she could do was lie in bed at 12.38 a.m half asleep, counting the dots on the green curtain with her mind already miles away. Ella has no love story to tell, but she's got a heartbreak story escaping her by her fingers. She's not going to tell you a story about how she got her heart shattered to a thousand and two pieces, this is a story of how she patched everything up, sewed it tight and wrapped Band-Aids around her heart. Disclaimer in bold: I wrote this at fifteen so proceed with caution. Or skip to the next books: She Loves You Not/ But I Love You

The next December, they were apart. [Sequel to December]

Jade the florist is not without his share of tales, from the flower shop across the street. //dialogue story// Copyright @thevildflower twenty-fifteen. All Rights Reserved. Steal this and I'll get Jade to have you sniff poisonous flowers. Highest: 84 in SS

"Cameron can breathe." [full summary inside] Copyright © 2015 | Ana Joseph | All Rights Reserved

gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.