Joan's POV
If love has a face, then I have seen it, if betrayal had fangs then I have been bitten, and if death had a sting then its poison had filled me up slowly.
The freedom of letting go for the first time surpass even the strongest of emotion being love and hatred. I never my heart could know such peace and rest far from anything I had ever felt. For the first time, I remembered the day I first fell in love, the day I had my first kiss, and today that I died.
11 years ago; First Love.
I peeked around restlessly as quick as my 8-year-old body could move. I was looking desperately for Pete. He had promised me he'll be here for the Maths club first meeting. Ordinarily, I hated maths had never been good with numbers but when the boy you suddenly fall in love with is crazy about numbe
