AUTHOR'S CHOICE

If he could dream at all, there wasn't a shadow of doubt in his mind he'd dream of her. And if he still believed in hope, he knew he'd wish for her. But for now, he merely yearned for her. Scolded himself for how he treated her, and praised her for her understanding, the level of maturity she'd obtained at such a young age, and her endless efforts to keep him sane.
The tiny twitch of his lips hadn't gone unnoticed by the naked eye; he knew, as well as she, that she'd succeeded. And he owed it, as cliche as it seemed, to the one that got away. Still, he suspected, if ever he'd be fortunate enough to meet her again, he'd merely walk past, mold into whatever crowd happened to emerge, and get out of her life. She'd stay pure, if he kept his disease at arms length. He was Jason Taylor, the one and only, a walking-talking curse. Of course, that never stopped her before.
[Book one. Sequel coming Soon:3]