"This time I'm ready to run, escape from the city and follow the sun." "Well, I should probably get going." He said. "Me too." She hummed along in agreement. "Where are you off to?" "I'm going on a road trip." He grinned. "And you?" "My wedding." © Copyright 2017. 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 _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

She, Scarlette, could give you a list of reasons defending her decision to end her life. She could go on and on about how it isn't fair that her foster family is looked down upon by the community, all because her brother is gay. She could tell you how hard it is to focus in school because of the bullies. She could tell you how much she feels like a burden to her foster family. She could walk right off the edge of her high school's roof, too. But she can't. From his house across the street, high-school drop out Gerard sees her on top of the school. He races over to her, and gives her an ultimatum: step away from the edge, or he'll jump after. How could she be responsible for his death? All he asks for is all of Spring Break, two weeks, to convince her that the world isn't better off without her. That there are so many things for her to live for. As she agrees not to end her life that night and to give him two weeks, she truly begins to live. Even when she's put to the ultimate test.

Four years on, Isabel and Gerard are still living separate lives. Gerard seems to be happy in his new life, but Isabel isn't. Does Gerard still love her? Or is it too late...

Isabel meets a boy at University who she's instantly attracted to. But he seems to have other ideas...

We all have a story to tell, a closet full of skeletons that beckon us with devilish claws. They taunt and terrorize those who are helpless to overcome them, who do not have the strength to fight against it. Hell, I'm one of those people. I let the past get to me, drag me into an oblivion of loneliness and distance from other humans. I may not seem like it; in fact, I'm probably the friendliest person you'll ever meet, but try to get close and I'll only push you away. That is...until I met him. The man who was just as messed up as me inside, who I suddenly became desperate to be near even if his presence was a toxicity. Somehow, he seemed to feel the same. But I knew that it had to end at some point. If I let you in, you'd just want out. If I tell you the truth, you'd fight for a lie. If I spilt my guts, it would make a mess we can't clean up. If you follow me, you will only get lost. If you try to get closer, we'll only lose touch. But you already know too much, and you're not going anywhere.

What would you do if you fell in love with someone and unintentionally pushed them so far off the brink that they left you? Would you fall apart? Would you try to get him back? Or could you live your life knowing that you love him with all your heart and all you want is for him to be happy... My name is Hannah Robertson and when things go wrong for me, they really take a nose dive. I don't believe in fairy tale endings where the guy gets the girl and they ride off into the sunset on a white stallion. While it really can sound nice, I just want one thing: I want to fix things with the man who stole my heart. Kellin Quinn and I used to be one of those couples that people would look at and say "Gosh, why don't they just get married already?". We were a disgustingly in love set of people and well, I ruined it. There isn't much to say to that...but I did, I ruined it and I know there is no going back. But when I receive an invitation to Kellin's wedding, I wonder if fate is playing a cruel joke on me. I know it's no longer a matter of if I want him or not: it's more like can I love him enough to let him go?