My name is Evalina Morrison. I have a disease and it cost me any normalcy in high school. Everyone looked at me as if I was contagious. Now, I'm a freshman in college, rooming with my best friend, and finally able to start feeling semi normal again. People don't look at me weird. I go to class, do homework, workout every day, and listen to the local musicians. Anything outside of that I don't do, especially guys. Until I met Brock...I didn't want to talk to him. I didn't want to like him. But when a cute musician that I enjoyed listening to started chatting me up, it was the end of the “only worry about your health” talks my grandmother always gave me. He consumed me. That's until things took a turn for the worse. We became a tragedy. Could we make it beautiful?