chapter one

Eliza Burke never believed in fate, always standing by the concept that her life was a product of her own free will and all of the choices that she has made. But how long can she run from her true destiny, which happens to take form in the shape of a boy with warm brown eyes and a crooked smile?

**Warning: This might be rewritten later on, but the ending for this was extremely rushed and poorly written in an effort to just finish after I had lost passion for the story. Please forgive me, and read at your own risk.