I spent my whole life in a loveless captivity, with myself as the gatekeeper, never daring to set foot outside my cage in fear of pain and rejection. Mother and father taught me that love didn't exist, but now... I think, if my heart were a lock it would be rusted, maybe even too rusted to open. I fell in love with only one thing, and that was writing, and yet, even with that I hid behind a mask, "Laura Dix". Now, I'm terrified... But that's the thing, it's not so scary when I'm with her. Book Two https://www.wattpad.com/story/121353033-and-you