Roots of Our Love: A Quirky Romance

coma to a world

d-on collision, three months unconscious

n't know the

of texts, a fan page with my name on it

le, our town's biggest celebrity. Captain of the hocke

as not. Someone, or something, had been liv

al room, her face a mix of relief and stress. "You have to get ready.

wh

die from her bag. It was bright yellow, with "Mrs. Gol

real me, Chloe, the one who just wanted to run her coffee

almo

e air smelled of pine and burning wood. The ho

's on-again, off-again girlfriend, spot

, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Ready t

raight to the food table a

ing in his kingdom, a smug smile on his face. He w

ension. "I heard you were in an accident. Glad yo

re, chewing slowly. I lo

e clear and cold. "Your bre

d. The crowd arou

st of the night, I ignored him completely. I ate five s'mores a

ngry. He couldn't understand why his number

mbled for cover. Ethan grabbed the last jacket from a pile and

They expected me to be heartbro

lled out

ring the car aro

behind the

ve a nice night," I said, and walked away, leaving