PROLOGUE
A LETTER TO POETS !
CARPE DIEM (exclamation) used to urge someone to make the most of the present time and give little thought to the future.
Eliza Keating knew the phrase well, a little nagging at the back of her head that sounded oddly like her uncle. Something penned to her name now, after years of trying to apply it to herself.
Her days were numbered, no matter who little or how many she had, they were factually numbered. Time was dawning on the young woman, on all of the boys that went to Wellton Academy and even the professors too.
And in the end, one boy, no matter how much he seized and tried and loved and grew, was unable to find his own life between the stanzas.