"You can’t erase your
soulmate. The marks they leave are etched in permanent ink."
Weston Abbott is a ghost.
I like it that
way. Floating from place to place, I slip seamlessly into other people’s
lives and destroy them from the inside out. I’m untouchable.
Untraceable. Until her.
She’s in my head, under my
skin. I can’t shake her — I don’t want to shake her. She’s
the best thing that ever happened to me. And I’m her worst nightmare, come
out to play.
Faith Morrissey is dead.
I killed her. Well,
that’s what it feels like. For three years, I’ve lived as “Fae Montgomery”
in a city of strangers, licking my wounds and trying to forget. It’s pointless.
No matter how many times I change my name or vanish around unfamiliar street
corners, I’ll never stop seeing that foolish, naive girl whenever I look in the
I know it wasn’t real —
that he wasn’t real — but that doesn’t make it any
easier. I can erase myself.
I can never erase him.
About Julie Johnson
Julie Johnson is a
twenty-three year old Boston native suffering from an extreme case of Peter Pan
Syndrome and an obsession with fictional characters. When she’s not writing,
Julie can most often be found daydreaming, drinking too much coffee, striving
to conquer her Netflix queue, and stalking Goodreads for new books to add to
her ever-growing TBR list.
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