Violet never expected it to happen. Especially, not like it did.
She was at the top of her game, beloved by all, hated by none. She was absolutely satisfied with the way her life was with friends, family, school, boys. She had a bright future, but not only that. She had a perfect present and past. Violet was loved by all for her wit and easy-going friendly personality. She was everything and anything she ever wanted to be and what others needed.
Now, she's running as fast as she can from everything that ever happened. It wasn't her fault, they say. It was a mistake, they cry. But she can only blame herself. Too bad they won't let her go so easily.
How was she ever supposed to know that love was the most dangerous thing of all?