whosalias
First love doesn't always fade. Sometimes it lingers, sharp and electric, under your skin.
Celine swore she was done with Easton, done thinking about him, done crying over him, done wishing things were different. But the moment his eyes meet hers across the school hallway, she knows: the past isn't finished with them.
Eli knows he should walk away, that looking back will only hurt. But how do you let go of someone who still feels like home?