The fates decreed, and so it must be done. Two people, two tangled lines of fate, one story.  

"So the next time they filmed, they didn’t touch each other. At least not deliberately. He couldn’t help but be drawn to her, like a moth to flames and she couldn’t remember what it felt like to not feel the gentle caress of his roughened hands. " Now a series of one shots on what happens when the camera stops rolling.                  

Sometimes, he wonders about the what ifs. If they would become as close as she was with the others had they not been stuck together in this sham. If they had been friends instead of acquaintances before everything blew up. 

"She took his breath away, and his ability to daydream without thinking of her." A companion to Drawn.