Love is the slowest form of suicide

They lay, hands intertwined under the stars. The steady sounds of their breaths mixed with the rustling of distant leaves. His body pressed against her a gentle sigh of happiness and content could be heard. Naeveh Longford raised her head to study his face. The almond shapes of his closed eyes, the plumpness of his lips, the 5 o'clock shadow he was developing, she couldn't think of a guy who was more perfect to her.

When Mattie Stevens first came back, Naeveh had been a mess. She was a shell, living but barely living at all. It started out as the whole bestfriends situation, the typical cliche story line, but it hadn't ended like that. Mattie wasn't some under cover softy, he may have looked like a teenage heart throb, but he had just as many issues as her, they were teaching each other how to survive, both broken. He wasn't just her shoulder to lean on, he was the one toughening her up.

He hadn't been her first love, and he most likely wouldn't be her last, but he was here now, and she loved him. She wasn't one of those girls who deluded herself with forevers, but she had once. But once burnt twice shy, her first love seemed like forever, he seemed perfect, but everything changed. How can she trust Mattie to stick around, he left her once, whats to stop him leaving again?

A tale of heartbreak, companionship, love, loyalty and saviours... Travel with Naeveh as she learns first loves are the deadliest, and bestfriends can save your life.