When Ella-Mia decided to profusely stalk the college database and email the guy of her dreams, she honestly never meant for two things to happen. One - that the student number she typed would be incorrect and the email would accidentally be sent to the wrong person. Two - the person she mistakenly sent the email to would be suicidal and on the brink of losing himself. It was all about love for Ella, but now, none of that mattered. Not when there was a life on the line and especially not when that person was Grayson Forrester, lonely, forlorn and buried in guilt deeper than the Indian Ocean. Grayson has no reason to stay, nothing to hold him back in this cold bitter world. But then Ella realises one thing. Maybe people don’t need to be given reasons to live; maybe they don’t need to be told everything will be okay. Maybe all they need is a touch. A touch of hope. [Short story - #27 Teen-Fiction - #213]All Rights Reserved