I was right. I never should've fallen back in love with Quinn. I always knew we wouldn't make it. And to make matters worse, not only did I lose my soulmate-I lost myself as well.

Everything was stripped away, leaving me bare and unable to breathe. No one told me it could hurt this much. I was unprepared for this level of agony from the horrible weight of grief.

I planned to love him infinitely. But what is infinity, when love always ends?