Everybody has a story inside. Something buried deep within them, bursting to be set free. Mine is tainted with heartache and a yearning to understand where everything suddenly fell apart. That news tore me to pieces, and I thought I hated him, but there was something -something about his striking green eyes that made me realise it was he who had an entirely different story to tell.

I see her sometimes, not for long - but it's enough. When I'm alone, when I can think; that's when I see her. Everything I did back then may be insignificant, but it was highly important that I lived every single second of it.

(AU)"And then their was two." Ty smiled. Never has that saying been more apt. His hands were casually perched in his pockets, in that macho, look at me, I could kill-you-right-now-without-even-flexing-a-muscle kinda way. You know, that sort of way. Whatever it was, it looked good on him, and that's all that matters right? Please Read! Complete