YOU thought this pain of loss was reserved for those in a special place in hell. Instead, you twist and turn till there is pain and only pain and the numbing sense to escape YOU'RE MOTHER is drowning, right along with you. She reaches out her hand to yours, trying to stay afloat HE is gone. Just a pale gravestone now, a slab of stone in a sea of the forgotten The storm had approached. Try now, try to fly. Because we're never truly alone, are we?

ll,ɐʎ ʎɹɹos snʇɐᴉɥ ƃuoooool ɐ uo She was there. I was there. We never met. Good thing letters were invented. Ashton Reaper is a typical 17 year old. Except he's not like those "bad boys". He's shy. He's a bookworm. He's an introvert. No girl would ever think of him as a Prince Charming. Astrid Walker is the school's golden girl, the girl everyone wishes to be. She's smart. She's pretty. She's popular. Everyone wants to date her. Everyone wants to be her friend. Ashton has always had a pen pal. He/she is the closest thing to he has to a real friend. What happens when the introvert meets the golden girl? Will the universe bring them together or keep them apart?