Pistanthrophobia––it's what she suffered from. One relationship was all it took. It broke her, her heart shattered into pieces and never fixed again. All her life, she lived within her own shell, docked away from the others. It was an internal battle for her, to wonder who to trust, and when. Her fear of others manipulating her and decieving her always held itself, and the only way she could succeed in life was through work. The trust she so lightly gave was now locked tightly within her heart, never to be opened again...or so she thought. 

W e  r i s e  a n d  w e  f a l l .   W e   m o v e   o n   a n d   w e   s t a r t   a n e w .   W e   l o v e   a n d   w e   b r e a k .   B u t ,   d o   w e   f o r g i v e   a n d   f o r g e t ? 

S h e was always the outcast.

H e was always the attention.

S h e was introverted.

H e was extroverted.

T h e y meet again and again. Is it just a coicidence, or is it fate?