Two hearts Tied together by hope and tragedy.
An unexpected smile.
But can we overcome the horrible twisted past that ties us together? ** This story has a.
Together we can have love, happiness, and a closeness that once felt impossible to have.
I think he\'s the only one who can break through mine, too.
And I want nothing more than to be the one to break through his walls.
I ache to hear his voice and see him smile.
I was warned to stay away from him, but I can\'t stop thinking about him.
He saved my life that day he found me and killed my captor with his bare hands.
Just like me.
He\'s as lost in society as I am; scarred just as much on the inside as the outside.
Tyler Grace is haunted by his tragic past and he\'s sentenced himself to a lifetime of solitude in the woods.
My prince.
But the moment our eyes met I knew he was the one.
But I had no idea my savior would come in the form of a scarred recluse, covered in tattoo\'s, who can\'t--or won\'t--speak a word.
For eleven years I clung to my childhood fairytale books waiting for the prince I hoped would someday save me and carry me off to a happily ever after.
My childhood and innocence were stolen when I was kidnapped at five years old.
My prince.
A hero.
An outcast.
But can I save him from himself, and the twisted past that ties us together? Tyler Grace was many things: A myth.
Together, we found love, happiness, and a closeness that once felt impossible to have.
And I want nothing more than to be the one to break through his walls.
I ache to hear his voice and see him smile.
He saved my life that day he found me in the woods, and although he doesn\'t speak or smile, I can\'t stop thinking about him.
Haunted by his tragic past, he\'s sentenced himself to a lifetime of loneliness.
Just like me.
He\'s possibly as lost in society as I am, scarred just as much on the inside as the outside.
The one I knew would save me.
My prince.
The moment our eyes met I knew he was the one.
I had no idea my prince would come in the form of a scarred recluse, covered in tattoo\'s, who won\'t-or can\'t-speak a word.
I\'m numb and lost, clinging to a childhood fairytale of a happily ever after with the prince I hoped would someday save me.
Now, at eighteen years old, I don\'t know what love, happiness, or hope feels like anymore.
An undeniable love that overcomes all doubt...
My childhood and innocence were stolen when I was kidnapped at five years old and held captive for eleven years.
A kiss on waiting lips.
A touch on scarred flesh.
Two hearts Tied together by hope and tragedy.
An unexpected smile
