It's not everyday that I decide out of the goodness in my heart to do charity work.
Unfortunately for me, it backfired, majorly.
I met a prince, we all, not a prince, but the prince, the prince of the country in which I was currently residing.
And that was all well and good until a rebellion happened and I hit said prince with my car.
Injured, dazed and occasionally an amnesiac, I had to summon the same goodness in my heart to embark on my own, modern Anne Frank story, full of love, heartbreak and death.
Of course, it was the car crash that ended the life of my love. Of course, it was the emotional barriers that prevented me from moving on. Of course, it was my life of abuse the kept me from being truly happy.
...until he showed up.
He presented himself to me unexpectedly and with so much assurance that it was hard to tell whether or not this was real. What if it's a trick, a prank? I thought I couldn't trust him. But then something changed... I began to look forward to him, I began to see, I began to trust, and my heart began to heal.