Kirsten and Kellin were high school sweethearts, both living in boring old Medford, Oregon. Once she finally told him the secret that had been rotting at her soul for ages, she ran away, never to be found. Now, Kellin is married, famous, and has a child, Copeland. After crying herself to sleep for 10 years, Kirsten is done hiding, yet she doesn't know what Kellin's future had in store for him. When she comes back, Kellin has a choice to make. Stay with the family he had made, or, chase after the girl who started it all. Make sure he can catch someone, before he falls.


1. Karma's tricky buisness


Earbuds in, Pandora blasting. Basically my life. I should have never left him, left the town I knew so well. I wish I hadn’t. Finding my real parents was a plus, but the fact that they’re divorced and my father’s in prison for domestic violence is not the fairytale I hoped for. I found out that I was adopted when I was 7, but my foster parents weren’t ever so nice about it. After 10 years, I still have scars from the night I fled, the night he took it too far. You stupid little bitch. I’m doing you a favor for your worthless life. He said as he shoved his length inside of me. Forcing myself to wave away the bad thoughts, a good one came to mind. The day I first met Kellin. Hey are you okay? A voice asked, bring my hands away from my tear-stained face. No. I wanted to say. But it never came out. I met my blue eyes with his, seemingly, deep green ones. Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. He said, I’m Kellin. Kirsten, I responded. He reached a hand out and helped me up, a man so beautiful helping a loser like me, a fairytale after all. But that was then, and this is now. Now. Me standing in the middle of my real parent’s house, alone, listening to music. A familiar voice came busting through my headphones. Kellin. I looked at the song, If I’m James Dean, You’re Audrey Hepburn by Sleeping With Sirens. Why do I hear Kellin? I slowly, still wanting to hear his voice, went to Safari. Searching Kellin Quinn was easy, finding his new life was the hard thing. He’s married. I could feel my heart shatter, piece by piece falling to the cold cement floor. He has a child. He’s moved on, the annoying voice in the back of my head chanted. It’s hard to say it, but it’s true. He’s not Kellin Quinn Bostwick anymore. Katelynne, Copeland, Kellin. Not a Kirsten in there, because he’s move on and he doesn’t care about me anymore. From the first day of freshman year, to graduation night, he was mine. But now, he’s 27, and I’m 28. And I left him, not the other way around. I know what this is, oh yes, I know this very well. Karma’s come back to bite me in the ass.

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