"It makes you feel again. Like CPR. You're alive. Jolted right back into your body. That's what it does." * * * * * She has been doing it as long as she can remember; it was a never ending cycle of pain and happiness. She's tossed and stumbled around, but she is still trapped within her aching soul. He's been watching her for as long as she can remember. He has seen her rush out of bathrooms and ask for band-aids. He has watched her like she was an entirely different species until she caught his eye again. Louis Tomlinson, junior on the football team, could never understand something as dark as Robyn's crimson marks. She does not bother explaining. How can you teach another to understand when you can barely feel?

There is new love, new hope, and new adventures to be shared. Ella is back at college to finish her second year with Luke with no fear in any trace of her DNA. She’s still young but taking on the world with her wide eyes. Things are different back in Doncaster. As a new love awakens, another begins to crumble. Meg and Louis aren’t seeing eye to eye anymore, but there’s one small gift that’s keeping them together. It’s their glimmer of hope and they just can’t seem to let it go. And it’s a good thing. Because a little bit of hope never hurt anyone.

Where do you belong? Where you are now is not where you are going to be at for the rest of your life. No one knows where they will end up at But where your love is where you mostly belong. Now Emerald's only problem is deciding on where she belongs... Mix in a little bit of liars and a dash of amnesia, and you have your recipe for disaster and confusion © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact Daydreamwithme on Wattpad.com.

Trinity was an ordinary teenage girl. She wasn't one of the popular girls, but wasn't looked down on, either. She was just sort of there. Boys had never really shown any interest in her, skipping over her like she was just another brick in the wall. But when Trinity starts sending letters to an imaginary 'Mr.Perfect', she gets more than she bargained for. When it turns out that the address she was sending them to is real, she is roped into situations she would never have imagined. Attracting the attention of a rather dark, dangerous boy who seems to know more about her than she does herself, Trinity would soon realise that her idea of 'Mr.Perfect', isn't so perfect after all. But there was no going back.