Betrayal. It's One Of The Worst Feelings.

As A Writer, My Only Responsibility Is To Tell A Compelling Story.

They Were Like Two Magnets Who Couldn't Decide Whether To Attract Or Repel.

Hannah Wasn't My First Kiss, But The First Kiss That Mattered: The First Kiss With Someone Who Mattered. (pg 222).

And I Walked For Hours The Mist Growing Thick And Whole The Thought Of Disappaering Like That, So Simply, Made Me So Happy

A Flood Of Emotions Rushes Into Me. Pain And Anger. Sadness And Pity. But Most Surprising Of All, Hope.