"And I wish I could have loved him less. Or better yet, not at all."

19 year old Adalanna Callister, bold, beautiful and brainy, is all set for her term in St. Stephen's University of Liverpool. 
And the first day in her new college itself, seals her fate for a rollercoaster year ahead. 

Through galas, bonfires and games, Alanna is pulled in deeper and deeper to the only feeling she had been wanting to avoid, the half of which she fears and the rest, fails to understand. 

Ripped apart between two friends, one a raging fire, other a deep ocean, Alanna grapples with her affections, all the while redeeming her own self from a tainted past. 

One, the kind you keep. Stability. Who would never break her heart. 

And the other, the kind you love. Danger. Without whom, there'd be no heart to break in the first place. 

Amidst love, friendship, music and betrayal, she has to make a choice, between the solace of a right love and the passion of a great love.  

This year, ask yourself- 
Love, the quicksand of raging passions- 
eternal bliss or inevitable doom? 

At the very least, she's in for an eventful year. 

"But you'll hate me." "I love you."
Everything made sense.

Choices

Tonight, Zach has once again brought me to a point where I have to betray my conscience. Every feeling residing within me, is on a nasty over time, right now- as he asks, no, DARES me to deny this. 


It is difficult- gut wrenching difficult. But I am not giving up my physical intimacy in a weak, emotional moment, for someone who needs me, but doesn't love me. 


Right now, in his embrace, my skin singed against his, my heart thudding against his chest, I do feel loved. Wanted. Desired. 


But then the slash of reality comes crashing down on me, that it's all because he is drunk. He'll most probably not feel this way tomorrow. 


The first kiss that we had, was when he was fully conscious and the way it had ended was heartbreaking. But I can't have this intense, this- passionate, this meaningful a moment be ridiculed. And that is the only reason I stop this, before I can't anymore. 


I open my eyes, brimming with moisture, and place my palm firm on his chest. 


LOUDER ACTIONS