"We all live, Emily, and we all die. It's part of being human, but more than that, it's part of being alive. I'm proud to say that I lived, and when I die, I want you to be proud too." Emily knows a lot about life. She does, after all, have sixteen years of hands on experience. But when her best friend is diagnosed wi...
"alice?" he whispered, his voice nervous. "yeah?" she replied absent mindedly, stirring the coffee in the dark red cup with her spoon. "i love you," he said. an uncomfortable silence filled the air. "i love you, alice," he repeated, looking at her. her head was bent as she spooned the cream and only strands of her gin...
She loved him; he loved another; another strung him along. Then there was a bit of a twist in their story, and instead of being a cliche romance, things changed drastically. He slowly fell for her.
