"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

I let out a clipped smile before sliding away from his hold. 


“I’ll just get some water. I’ll be back.” 


I walk around up to the drinks table and down two glasses of water. After making sure they are indeed water. What the hell is wrong with me? 


Everything’s sorted. Zach’s happy. I’m happy. We both enjoyed. Why do I have to remembe- 


My phone goes off and I fish it out of my pocket to find an unknown number calling. I groan annoy- wait, is it Collins? I pick up hurriedly. 


“Alanna, is that you?” I hear a woman’s voice. Not Collins then. 


“I’m Eva calling. I found your number in Nathaniel’s phone. You had 10 missed calls from yesterday. He forgot it here when he left the night before.” 


Wait. Nate didn’t have his cell phone with him? At least that explains why he didn’t take my calls. 


And what does she mean the night before. Nate said he went home. 


Fudge. All colour drains from my face. Where is he? 


HOME