Delilah is a walking sunshine,she brings happiness to people,she makes every single person smile.But she has difficult challenges like everyone,and she knows how to hide her struggles.Delilah is 22,in college,blonde hair,majoring in psychology,green eyes,not flirty,shy.
On the other hand Ms.Alvarez is a closed of person,not talkative,she is a professor,34,black hair,shining grey eyes.Some may call her a cold hearted bitch,but once she let's you in she becomes caring,protective,a bit flirty,bold,and you see how sweet she is.
Delilah and Ms.Alvarez meet at a party but Delilah wasn't the bold one,Ms.Alvarez was the one that was bold enough to talk to her.They got talking and didn't have a lot in common but still they felt a connection and after a few hours said goodbye to each other.
But that woman happens to be her professor in spanish.What happens when Ms.Alvarez continues to ignore Delilah.Will they still have meetings?Will they have something more or just part their ways?Read to find out more.
Delilah moves from New York to a school where the fake popular kids claim her as their own. Making it impossible to make real friends. It isn't until she gets partnered with the mute boy for an assignment that she finally makes a real connection. She makes it her mission to get to now him. Although he doesn't want to be known. He's scared that once she gets to know him she'll leave like everyone else. But what they both don't expect is that music has a way of bringing people together.
This book is a dual POV.
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"That's incredible. You're incredible." My eyes widen and I look into her eyes again. A blush makes a way to her face and I can tell she didn't mean to say that last part out loud. But she did. And I can't stop myself from taking what she said to heart.
It's been a long time since anyone has said anything remotely close to that to me. I can't let it get to me. I can't get used to it. Being hopeful. The higher you rise, the farther you fall.
"Do you think you could make a song I can sing to?" She asks me timidly.
I hesitate to say no. If I say no then she might spiral again. This is her hope. Her light to the darkness. She finally has something to look forward to and to distract her.
As I mull over it I see the hope in her eyes dwindle. She doesn't expect me to say yes.
"Okay," I whisper.