We were the ultimate example of that couple who can't live with each other, but can't seem to function without each other.

The minute I met Callum at fifteen, I was a goner. We were the golden couple of our high school. The king and queen of prom, the sweethearts voted most likely to get married, and the idiots who decided to attend the same college. Because that's when it all fell apart. The naïve, puppy love versions of ourselves couldn't see the cracks we'd had back in our hometown. But they revealed themselves when we started living in an off-campus house together with our friends.

Within a semester, blow-out fights, jealousy, every-other-week breakups, and my abandonment issues had him bowing out. Not just on me, but on the house, too. Until our senior year, when his parents refuse to keep paying rent on two places. So he moves back in, and I'm forced to live with my ex. The one who confesses that he hates how much he still loves me.

And when he starts dating again, he might as well plunge a knife through my heart. Despite our breakup, I'm on the verge of losing him for real this time. The only option is to seek help for my trauma, the thing that Callum always encouraged me to see someone about. The thing that pushed him away.

Put two of the most driven, headstrong, and passionate people in any relationship and it's bound to combust. We've always had that twin flame kind of love. So, together we might burn. But we also might heal.

Contains mature themes.