WHITE WING

Moving for the first time in over a decade, Jaquelinn Delile has been dragged through hell and back; both physically and mentally.

Her solution?
Wake up, pills, endure Tom's checkins, get through class, be home alive, survive insomnia.

the same steps she'd taken for almost 18 years.

Grey, hollow, empty, quiet.

Her world had never, was never, and would've never been more or less than it already was.

The problem?

Cole Holloway.
The nail that broke the glass of her stabilized pace of life.
The 'greatest' star of the school, a soul so light you would think he was an angel.

Well, everyone but she did, apparently.

He wasn't used to being around quiet people; not the ones who made you want to listen.

His world was loud, energetic, flashy, an endless stream of watchful eyes following him everywhere he went.

All eyes except hers; the only ones he wanted to find.

Two completely different worlds, yet they never seemed to be able to stay apart for long.

She doesn't talk;
He doesn't listen.

She draws sky whales;
He plays football.

She doesn't want to be seen,
But he can't seem to look away.

And ironically,
She was drifting,
But he was the anchor holding them together.