Against All Odds

Coralia Nightshade never knew the world would become a horrendous place within a blink of her eye.

Temper her in the fire, and she grows stronger. When she suffered,
she survived. But in the end, one needs more courage to live than to kill himself. No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side.
Or you don't.
But in the face of all aridity and detachment, love is as perennial as the grass. When faced with hard choices, will Coralia be able to choose between affection and her heart which is afraid of getting broken and is cynical about love?