I lost her once. I won't lose her again. After my brother's death, I was drowning.She was my life raft. Josephine and I were opposites, the outspoken art student and the brooding athlete. She was passionate where I was apathetic, bright where I was dark, soft where I was hard. For two years, we had everything. The kind of love that only exists in fairy tales.Then she left and took my heart with her.I tried to heal. To throw myself into medical school. To forget her. I thought I did. Until today those blue eyes, that sweet smile, the soft curves-that's my Josephine. As soon as I hear her laugh, I know.She's what's missing from my life. I have three days to get her back.God, I hope I'm as charming as I used to be