Dallas, a young aspiring dancer with a broken family. She keeps her cards close to her chest, rarely letting anyone in. the observer.
Brooks, the boy with the world on his shoulders. He has so much to lose and would do anything to protect what's left of his life. the observed.
What happens when their paths cross, setting them on a journey of breaking and rebuilding from the ground up?
What happens when two broken souls collide?

Saving Dallas

This was new. My mind wasn’t racing with memories of them, of before. It was running with something new. His eyes, his voice. The way his fingers twist over the pencil he’d used to help me with my homework. 


Why won’t my mind ever just power down. It never lets me rest. If it’s not the norm, it’s something else. I gotta say I prefer this version of obsessed over my usual kind. My stomach is still in knots and tangles, tingles shooting to the tips of my toes. The urge to kick them under my covers over takes me and I give in. I turn over and bury my face into one of my pillows, muffling my scream of frustration. 


Chapter 8 : The Missing Girl