Chiara Carroll had never known the meaning of the phrase “'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” until today, and now she thought that it was complete bullshit. She had loved and lost, and she was miserable. Oliver was the light in her life, and now she'd been cast into darkness and curled up on her seat in the train listening to Foolish Beat by Debbie Gibson over and over in her walkman, and crying, while her friend Marzia gently stroked her hair to calm her down. She was coming home from summer camp at Camp Adirondack. What was one of her favorite places was now the place where she had her biggest heartbreak.
Oliver was the performing arts counselor, and she'd liked him from the day they met. He was smart and
Oliver was the performing arts counselor, and she'd liked him from the day they met. He was smart and