Prologue

No one understood Paisley. No one understood what she wanted and no one understood what she needed. She had no voice, only the millions of thoughts that piled up in her head and could never seem to force their way out. It wasn't until she was forced to go to a college of her parents choice that she met him. The writer. Black eyes. Brown hair. And a passion so surreal that she had herself questioning everything. He wanted to teach her how to express her thoughts, how to express the beauty hidden behind every glance she took and every thought she created. It all seemed too perfect for her, almost too perfect for anyone...