Dear Alaska,

"A million words would not bring you back. I know, because I've tried. A million tears would not bring you back. I know, because I've cried."
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James couldn't help but stare into her eyes. They were emerald green, speckled with dashes of chestnut brown. Alaska Taylor was most definitely the most graceful, beautiful person he had ever seen.

The curtain of long brown hair fell over her shoulders, framing her unforgettable eyes.

"I don't need a perfect life," She said, "I have a happy one."

James thought she was strange. Strange, yet beautiful. She was the kind of girl he could stare at for hours without looking away. But it was her personality that threw him off. James didn't understand it. How Alaska could consider herself 'happy' after all these years. After all, her father had left her when she was young, her younger sister was deaf, and her mother was practically a zombie. Yet still, she managed a smile.

Compared to Alaska, James was raised in the lap of luxury. Despite the fact that his parents were insanely strict and over-protective, his life was- though he hated to admit it- pretty good.

But little did he know, all his plans would soon be ruined by one life-changing incident.

Determined, he kept a spark of hope. And it all started with two words.

"Dear Alaska,"

Credit to @-Spicy for the cover!