She hid away from the world by making loads of friends and never being in the house. She was pretty in pink during the day, but when the sun set she was black as night. She wandered the Earth looking for a reason to stay, half of her not wanting one, but the other needing one.
She was clad in black, and wasn't big on fighting. She never left the house in fear of being noticed. She went to bed in lace and frills, with her hair pulled out of its pony each night. She'd found her reason to stay and he'd left her in pieces. She traveled her city looking for someone to put her back together again.
Trinity Clements is a new transfer student from an unknown city, bringing nothing with her but a suitcase and money. Her goal is a clean slate, hoping to wipe away the memories she left behind.
Megan Hamner is the quiet kid in the back of the class with her headphones in, but the music never on. Observing people and how they interacted with each other, or by themselves.
Friends will be lost, battles will be won, and secrets will be dug up.
After all is said and done, is there really such a thing as forever?
But there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected.
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Her parents dead. Everything she ever cared for, gone. She lives on the streets, shelter filled with people who want revenge. She's dangerous. Dangerous to even look at.
She finds herself registering at a high-school. Broke, orphaned and lost. She's in trouble and she can't hide forever. High school seems like the most perfect place to hide. When the last shard of her past supposedly dies, there's no one to turn to.
When she finds herself in captivity from someone she pissed off, she is saved by her tutor, Peter. Coincidentally, he has a similar past to hers. Together, they detangle themselves from the mess they are entangled in. Twists and turns strangle their necks, making it harder and harder to breathe. Life falls, and death rises. Holding onto that last shred of hope can be dangerous.
When one of them is lost forever, the other mourns loudly but is unheard.
But nothing will ever be enough.