Faith, hope, and... Blood?

Hi I'm Love. A hopless romantic, born of two poet lovers. My parents were both writer's, who died in a car crash, when I was 15. I spent the rest of my time growing up, on my own, trying to find a love like theirs. Several relationships later, I learned that no arms, is better than being wrapped in the wrong ones. Have I given up? Maybe a little. But based off my warped perspective of reality, from being raised by Disney; when you give up, that's when the wedding bells start ringing. And hey my names not faith, it's love, and that means I'm allowed to give up a little. I still have hope at the very least, but absolutely lowered expectations. I've still gotta figure out who murdered my parents anyway. What, did the car crash make you think it was an accident? nah. Law enforcement is no help. They still think it's an accident. But I know my dad, he's been driving since he was 7. He would never make a mistake like this. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention my dads a stunt driver? Well, he "was".