"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and move on, and live the life he has been gifted with, even after the tragedy. But Connor doesn't want that. He keeps in mind the same series of noises over and over, every day, just to get by and to convince himself that it wasn't just a dream. That it happened. That it was real. That he was real. For the past ten years he has been moving from place to place, with barely any interest to accommodate himself. That is until he reaches that town... and meets him. Funny, how it works in the ways of the heart.

Piperton. Tenessee. Místo, kde to žije.

Hory. Stromy. Jazero. A jedna malá chatka s tajomným obyvateľom. Asi takto by sa dal opísať môj rozprávkový svet.

Čierne strapaté vlasy sú ešte strapatšie, zelené oči podliate krvou z trávy, hánky na ruke od krvi ale inak som vyzeral ako vždy. Skontroloval som si mobil a po zistení že mi Ellie nenapísala som odišiel z izby späť na párty s nohavičkami vo vačku.