{{A ONE DIRECTION FANFICTION}} "Ever has it been that love knows not of it's own depth until the hour of separation." A surprisingly accurate quote from Kahlil Gibran seems to define Violet's life. The death of her mother, father, and brother creates a setback in her future preventing her from pursing her dreams. While she see's it straying from hurt all she is doing is piling more on herself. Now she might as well be six feet under with the way she is numb to the world; but can a certain five boys bring her back from the dead? P.S Just because I said she's dead doesn't mean this story has anything supernatural in it... just to clear that up :) Her being dead is a way of describing her emotionless state, comparing her to being dead... I hope you like