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

Five letters written while Ida distracted Rio from his homework. She never received them as that was never the plan. Rio folded the letters away into five different books, knowing that Ida would never find them. They never spoke, but their story lives on. [cover by decadently]

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.