"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 didn’t know who was worse, Mason or them. I spent two years in rehab and PTSD treatment, and then we moved back to Liverpool. 


My mother tried to reach out several times, but I shut her out. I shut everyone out. I joined high school here and I would just be in the library or the tower. 


Then I turned eighteen, and Zach moved in. We met at basketball practice. We became friends. I owe so much to him. He- “ 


He sniffs and I sit silently listening. I’m paralyzed by now, unable to think straight. 


A selfish part of me is satisfied that Nate trusts me enough to share everything with me. And at the same time I am beyond petrified at the horrible, horrible things he has emerged from. 


This is why Zach and Nate are such good friends. They both have had a fucked up history. Inefficient childhood. And they have found themselves in each other. 


To think that I loved Eva so much. I start to question her now. I start to fight an involuntary anger towards her, as to why she let him go. 


DARK NIGHTS