"I don't think we should."
"I don't think we shouldn't."
Jenny Park, pale skin and midnight eyes, has never let her bullies get to her head: not their endless teasing, not their childish pranking, not their cruel mocking. Dean Swanson, dark skin and chocolate eyes, spent the last seven years wondering why.
But everything has its own limit, and it seems like Jenny has reached hers. A night before she carries out her plan to wipe herself off the face of this Earth, her last nine hours are spent with Dean who is lured into a night of second ice cream cones, first nicotine inhales, first moonlit dances, and first kisses.
Trigger warning: suicide, swearing