Death. Broken families that fate tore away from her. Promises. Words of assurance that fate kept throwing back in her face. A new life was chiseled from a past that she despised. She was broken, both inside and out, but she hid it, using silence and sarcasm as a shield. It was fate's fault, and she hated it. Now years later, appears a boy with molten silver eyes. Serious, calm, suave, caring Jamie. Love. Would it completely rip apart every single mending she had done to herself to survive? Or would it be able to conquer fate and embrace her?