Prolouge

Every morning she walked past me, 8am. Never a minute late, never a minute early. Her head always covered by her coffee, the only thing that keeps her warm in the winter and cold in the summer.

Her brunette locks always loosely framed her face as she walked slowly towards her locker. Most people would think that she was just tired, she was tired. Tired of being Eloisa Morello.

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Devon Maxwell had a fascination with Eloisa. He watched her slowly erode until she cracked, he wanted to be the one who saved her. He wanted to do something right for once; and fixing Eloisa was his plan.