Is love at all what it seems. could it always be a good thing. Elle Martells thinks of love as a mere hormone within the brain and an illusion within the heart. so when a certain boy she meets upon the busy streets proves her erroneous will she be able to evince it a trivial infatuation? And if she does realize her faulty belief, will it be too late? Will the one who loves her most want to take back a girl with a recent diagnosis of angiosarcoma, cancer of the heart. Will he love her the same? A girl with no chance of remission, no ambition, no faith and many emotions but bottles them up. A girl who only acknowledges loves true existence at her death bed. Who would want such a boring dreary girl?