Six Years Gone

Lachlan Williams. Rich. Popular. Athletic. The poster boy for everything I hated. Tell me why, after one conversation, could I not stop daydreaming about him? My tattoos, black eyeliner, and general bitch-persona did a fine job of keeping people away before. So, how the hell did the Charmer from Down Under burrow a hole right into the center of my heart? It's tragic that he left when things got real. Six years slipped away like sand through an hourglass, without one word from him. Now, Lach...