This is not a story of a charming boy next door and a pretty girl wherein they meet, fall in love and live happily ever after. This is a story of a boy with nothing but intellect as his only treasure and a baneful girl with secrets nobody dares ask her about. The pursuit of his answers begin long after when he comes to know that he too is a part of the skeletons in her cupboard and unsuspected feelings bloom in him as he sees in her a familiar face from his bygone years. This is not the story of a boy who grew into a man through pain. This is the story of a girl who was never to be born.

Lordly Loralie Hansel

“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” 


"You've seen what you were supposed to see. Let's go home now Blaine." 


Elwyn and I very slowly but swiftly made our way down the staircase and were trying to leave like we never came here in the first place. I stopped in front of the Mayor's corpse in the coffin. Wow, corpse in the coffin.... sounds like a emo-themed album name but it's not like I can say it out loud. I brought flowers so I laid them on his body elegantly. 


"Flowers? What other things does your backpack hide man? What next, white doves flying from inside your bag in the honor of his death? I can't believe you sometimes Blaine." 


I rolled my eyes and gestured him to give something too. In fact, I felt rich forgiving this vile man and respecting his death. Analia was right about forgiving but not forgetting. 


Busted