The girl fell asleep on her sixteenth birthday. April 16th, 1916. Everyone expected her to wake up soon; after all, it was a spontaneous coma. Like really, what? Who does that? But they all grew old and died, while she remained in the coma, as young as ever. She stayed asleep for close to a century and became known as the Whitefield mystery.
Harry was determined to figure out exactly what the heck was going on with her. See, he was a genius and had invented a cure for the common cold (which had won him the Nobel Prize, duh). QED, it should be fairly easy to figure out who, what, when, where, why, and how. Right?
How about no? Turns out, science does not know everything. Magic still exists.
Sometimes love just sneaks up on you and sometimes it's for the best. Sometimes though things go horribly wrong and you don't know which way to turn. Sometimes it's a mix of both. Hope lived a perfectly normal life, or as normal as can be with a mum that's a major fashion designer. For five years she isn't whole but then, seemingly out of nowhere a boy comes in to save the day. They spiral into an uncontrollable love. Things seem perfect. But then, when is lover ever simple?
Friendships that were once all you had dissolve into the air, but you are never alone. A life once private is thrown into the public eye and hearts once whole can break in front of the world as they watch you cry.
Could you handle it?
Sometimes someone is just Meant for You