I met her when I was two. We became friends when I was three. At four I promised to marry her. And at five I gave her my first kiss. But at six, she left. Now, at the age of seventeen, she's back again but this time, she's different. Once upon a time I promised to protect her and I intend to keep that promise, whether or not it kills me. And with the secrets she's keeping, there's always a possibility.